I was awoken by the smooth and luscious sensations of Ellen's tongue around my cock. Since I had begun this relationship with my mother and my Quartermaster, I have found myself enjoying the varying techniques that they both utilize to satisfy me. My mother seems fond of a more tender approach. I can tell by the way she seems to understand my body as if it were her own. It doesn't take her too much time to get me moaning like a Shavarian Calf. Her tongue is as smooth as silk and she employs techniques of sensual deep-throating. Hers is a rhythmic movement between undying pleasure and gentle caressing.
Ellen, on the other hand, is a much more aggressive temperament. Her technique is a fast, nigh overwhelming battle with the iron rod in front of her. She tries to subdue it. She tries to conquer it. She tries to assault it time after time. Before I can begin enjoying one part, I am overwhelmed by the feeling of another. Ellen be like a myriad of spices upon a tavern's dinner plate. She be a delectable meal that each bite is an assault on the mind and senses. Her tongue ferociously wraps around my cock like a predator on a piece of meat.
Like the powerful businesswoman she be, hers is like a harsh deal going back and forth between her and a client. She seeks to make it fall beneath her feminine wiles.
Such powerful suction.
Such rapid movements.
Such stimulating tongue action.
Seas, I love these two women of mine to death, and both could get me cumming down their throats in no time if they were a bit more practiced. However, for Ellen specifically, I had to remind her just who be the one in control. As much as I loved this fierceness of hers, there still be an enjoyment I feel when I direct her in the ways I like.
I quickly let Ellen know I was awake by placing a hand on her head. I must have surprised her because she stopped momentarily. Yet, when I pressed the back of her head to continue, she decided to do so. I knew she would be trying to go for the same monstrous rhythm that she had been doing before, but I held her. My eyes closed, I slowly moved her head up and down. I'm surprised I didn't hear any backtalk, but I more think that's because her mouth was pretty...occupied.
I gasped and moaned in ecstasy as Sothshore gently took my cock through the tunnels of her mouth and throat. I heard small gags here and there, but she kept servicing me regardless. Her spit slathered my cock like fine oils. Her teeth gently scraped the sides of my meat. Even her teeth aroused me, though we both made sure that nothing more than light glancing be done. However, I too have felt the pain of inexperienced teeth on my meat. It be no pleasant feeling.
"Mmmm, a pleasant way to be woken up on a dreary day," I said. The wisps of sleep and drowsiness still clung to my tongue and throat. Ellen pulled up from my hardened flesh pistol for a moment.
"I hope you realize that we need to explore Hilvir. I'd rather not spend the next two days sucking your cock, Sir!" she replied. Her tongue trailed up and down my erection after that.
I laughed at her rather fiery answer but I couldn't deny that she was right. Though I don't remember if there was anything of worthy note in Hilvir, that didn't mean I couldn't explore for a little while. Sometimes the most ordinary plains yield the greatest secrets. Plus, as I mentioned previously, I believe some time off the ship would do everyone some good.
It isn't long before I unleashed a beastly grunt and expelled a barrel's worth of cum down Ellen's throat. She must have swallowed it easily this time because I did not hear her gag nor make any noise of discomfort like she had done in previous times.
Once the sea's bliss left me, Ellen cleaned my cock with her tongue before releasing me from her mouth. It aroused me greatly to see a small string of cum trail down the side of her lips. She brushed it away with the back of her palm. As she moved her body from the bed, I notice just how red her ass looked. Each movement of her hips makes each cheek stand out to me.
Sothshore walked over to her clothes and dressed herself. Once she made it to the door, I stopped her with my voice.
"You be forgetting something, Sothshore?" I asked her.
"Thank you for punishing me, Sir!" She growled out as she looked at the door.
"Seems like you be in need of another night if you be turning your back to me," I said.
Ellen turned around until she faced me. I resist the urge to laugh when she inhaled and exhaled.
"Thank you for punishing me, Sir. May I be excused now?" she asked me through her annoyance. If I wanted to be a smartass son of a bitch, which I was, right now, I would have reminded Ellen just how much she sang for me last night. I decided not to since I would allow her head and her body to catch up with what we had done.
"You're excused. While you're taking your bath, if Ilzahold questions you, leave no question unanswered," I told her.
"I'm still coming to terms with how insane you are, Sir. Not many people attempt to fuck with the witch this much. If this voyage bears no fruit, not even hell be enough payment to satisfy her," Ellen answered me.
Perhaps I was looking into that statement more than I should have, but it made me smile when I think this to be some...Sothshore way of worrying about me.
"The gears of Fate have brought me this much. I doubt they'll stop now. Do not fear, I live by my promise. I shall make you a queen of riches so wealthy that kings wouldn't be able to look upon their wives any longer," I said to her.
I must have been more sleepy than I thought because I was sure I saw a smile just off the side of Sothshore's face. "I'll hold your ass to that, Sir," she said to me before she closed the door. For the next few minutes, I thought over that smile and her words.
Once my thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of my crew, I decided now would be a good time to get my ass out of my bed. There be an adventure to explore and riches to uncover, though...I have been to Hilvir before and found nothing previously. At worst, it's two days for me to train my abilities and my body. At best, it's two days for collecting treasures.
As I exit my room, I see Ellen already dressed and prepared to give commands to the crew members. Most of the crew is inline waiting for their turns to take a bath and rationing food for breakfast. Thankfully, all of this is done in about two hours. I don't know how Liara got over a hundred people bathed in that time, but I didn't really care.
I gave myself a quick wash as well. As per usual, nothing be spoken of between myself and Liara. I did feel her gaze on me at times when she thought I be not looking, but I keep it to myself. I don't know what she hoped to investigate by staring upon my person, but if seeing my body caused her ease, then who was I to say no?
My bath was over and everyone was prepared for Hilvir. As the captain, I had to spend a bit of time organizing groups. Apparently, the adventurer group, Raven's Shadow if anyone be curious, did not inform me of this destination because they figured I was already aware of it. They had only found out that we were not sailing for Hilvir when one of them asked my mother.
It seemed that it was a condition that they be allowed to sail for Hilvir in exchange for becoming a part of my temporary crew. I could have been a bastard and ignored them, but I figure the crew had...enough stress doubting the steel of a young bilge rat as their captain. There be no need to make the matter worse.
Once the ship was organized into the people who were staying and leaving, I was the first off the ship. Ellen decided to stay and man the crew in my stead since...everyone noticed the unease she felt when she walked. Some figured it to be from her bout with Diane, but she and I knew otherwise.
"Maeloson, Aesteal, you're both with me," I called. The two elves appeared before me. Their bows on their shoulders and their quivers on their backs, they were ready to join me in whatever I had planned.
We were ready to disembark from the ship before I heard another voice call out to me.
"Dear Captain, a day from the ship would do me good as well. Perhaps I can journey with you?"
I turned around and I noticed Liara standing in some more...normal clothing that would not give away her status as a witch so easily. Nevertheless, her dress is still as enticing as any other piece of clothing I've seen her wear.
A bronze coin for my thoughts, I don't know why she would wish to come with me specifically. If she wished to go out then I bet there was no shortage of groups that would take her in. I don't see her man lug anywhere which led me to believe he was below the deck. I also don't see Diane anywhere. If the witch needed something I'd always figured she would send those two out to get it for her. What would make her do otherwise?
Still, I saw no reason to turn her away. "If you wish," I replied to her.
The smile on her face concerned me, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Once again, I figure there are things about women that I, as a man, will never know. I don't try to either. It all be a great big headache otherwise.
Once Liara, Maeloson, Aesteal, and I were ready, we walked off the ship and officially entered the shores of Hilvir. A walk across the sands then took us into the open, green fields. I wish I could have enjoyed the air a bit more, but the grey skies seem to prevent that. No doubt the aftereffects of my anger had not been subdued yet.
"So what do you have us out here for? There shouldn't be anything interesting here," Maeloson said.
"I'm inclined to agree with Maeloson, Sir. Why are we out here?" Aesteal asked.
"If you be dissatisfied, you're free to go back and swab the deck. It needs cleaning anyway," I told them. Both elves wisely shut their mouths. I wasn't about to tell them that I had no idea what the seafuck I was doing out here either. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell Ilzahold either.
A couple of hours had taken our little group around a mountain range. I decided to switch roles between the elves and myself when we spotted three fattened swine. Since Liara and the elves had seen me showcase my abilities before, I saw no need to hid them now. I pulled water from the moist air and surrounded the hogs. With these two being elves and whatnot, I made sure to give the swine easy deaths as my...respect for nature. Yeah, let's go with that.
Then, Maeloson drained the blood from their lifeless bodies while Aesteal prepared the fire. I was not expecting Liara to help out, but she provided spices that would make for a good lunch.
"So tell me, given what I know of elven culture, I was led to believe your kind abhorred piracy. What circumstances would cause you to choose this lifestyle?" Liara asked.
Maeloson and Aesteal looked to me for some sort of guidance. I couldn't tell if they were looking for me to answer for them, or if they were looking for my acknowledgement that they could answer. For whatever reason, the elves have kept a rather wide berth of Liara. I didn't think to ask why. It didn't directly concern me.
I motioned for them both to answer if they wanted. They already knew to be respectful of the witch since I had ordered the ship to not bother her unless necessary. Most have taken to following this rule fairly easily, but I have had to make an example of a few gambling men.
"There are many forces that drive the world which even you do not comprehend, Lady Liara. This is one of them. The life of a pirate is preferable. In fact, it might as well be the will of the spirits themselves," Aesteal said.
I didn't know what that meant. I don't think Liara knew either. What I did know was that the two elves had fallen into a feeling of melancholy. The words I could have said to make them feel better did not come to me.
"And what will you both do once this voyage ends?" the witch asked.
"We will follow the captain until he tells us otherwise," Maeloson answered this time. I wasn't even sure of my thoughts on that statement. Aside from their supposed belief that I was the elven spirit of water, I don't know what made them wish to be on my crew so badly.
"I'm not your captain yet, and you're not my crew either," I answered.
Now, I'll quickly admit that I didn't need to say that as aggressively as I did. I blame my Draegnar bastard mouth. Even after so many years, I am still aware that I talk before I think.
At face value, the elves are two individuals that any pirate would want in their crew. They follow orders, they keep the ship organized, they are not afraid to throw banter with anyone else, and they fend for themselves pretty well.
Hell, even without these attributes, they are worthy to be in a crew just simply from the fact that they ARE elves. Yet, these only serve to concern me in ways I can't answer. If they were this good, then what had led to their capture?
If there was a difference between Ellen, my mother, and the elves, the first two were recruited by me. I knew Sothshore and my mother. I knew what they wanted out of joining me. I had wanted them with me. They were mine.
That...was not the same with Maeloson and Aesteal. They were mine, yes, but I did not recruit them. They had more or less begged me into accepting them. I knew not what they wanted out of joining me. They did not serve under me simply because it be a joyous ride. I was simply the better option compared to something else. I doubt they were following me because I was their proclaimed Spirit of Water.
It occurred to me that I could just as well ask them instead of antagonizing myself over the matter but, when I look into their eyes, I see a tale too painful to bring up. It's just like mine. Perhaps I am wary of them because, behind their eyes, I know they don't see me as their captain. For that, I am cautious of them. The three of us will know where we stand before I ever begin having them join me.
My statement must have shut down any other forms of conversation because we each ate our lunch quietly. It was only when Maeloson and Aesteal shot up that Liara and I were concerned.
Both elves reached for their bows and their arrows. I stood up as well.
"Problem?" I asked.
"A pair of feet. One of them is badly injured. There is also heavy breathing, likely exhaustion," Maeloson said.
I stared out into the woods. If nothing else, I respected elven warrior training. Not even I had noticed anything. I don't think Liara did either, but who could say?
True to the male elf's words, a figure pushed through the overgrowth and dropped in front of us. It was a male beastkin. It was obvious to tell from his tanned skin, wolf ears, and wolf's tail.
In comparison to myself, he was taller and more muscular. Around his neck laid an iron collar. Wounds plastered his body like a torn battlefield. Blood seeped from each of them in copious amounts. Within his claws, there laid a large spear.
When he noticed us, Maeloson and Aesteal nocked their arrows. However, before they could even question him, he spoke.
"Pro...tect...,"
He could utter not a word more before his legs buckled and he succumbed to his wounds. He fell with a heavy thud in front of us. From the way his blood stained the ground, I surmised that his life had run its toll.
"He is dead," Liara said. Once she said that, I started moving.
"Maeloson, Aesteal, head in the direction this beastkin came from. Nothing short of combat did this to him. Give me your findings in the next hour," I said.
"Yes, Sir!" Both said. The two white-haired elves climbed the trees and, with their nimble bodies, began running along each limb in the direction that the warrior had come from.
In the meantime, Liara and I walked over to the body of the wolfman who had just passed away. With my lack of tact, I kicked the body until it rolled over for us to get a good look. From the collar around his neck, I surmised him to be a slave. Beastkin slaves are fairly common the further one sails to the east.
I looked at his spear. For a presumed slave, he held a pretty damn good weapon.
"Adventure awaits, Eric Drakclaw. Look," Liara told me.
I followed her gaze to the beastkin's opposite hand. There laid a glorious piece of jewelry. Its design is not something I've ever seen before. It doesn't seem like something Liara knows about either, but there is no mistake that we both can feel a strange magical aura around the item.
I pick up the necklace and hold it in my hands. It feels...warm. There shouldn't be a reason that it does. Jewelry is usually cold and emits no heat. Yet, it feels about as warm to the touch as a flame does. Its body is covered in fine silver and an emerald jewel was stuck engraved in the center of its body. It definitely be a fine piece of treasure.
"Liara, can you identify this?" I asked while I tossed the item to her.
Ilzahold caught the trinket and looked it over with a mere glance. "Shiny, extravagant, waste of precious metals, waste of magical essence materials, waste of identification. Nothing more than a cheap illusion amplifier," she said before she handed it back to me.
While I wasn't expecting her analysis to be that brutal, I suppose I can be assured that what I have is nothing more than the first piece of treasure that would line the vaults of my ship. I'm not sure how I should feel about it being over the death of some noname beastkin, but I wasn't going to reason my good fortunes away.
After the hour passed, Maeloson and Aestel returned.
"We spotted the remains of a town. We tried to see what we could, but it's easy to say no one lives there anymore except wolves and crows," the male elf said.
"Raiders?" I asked.
"More than likely. The smell of Delmi Wood was used for burning. That type of wood isn't found in this region and the only way it could get here is through sea trade. Since Delmi Wood was used then we can rule out a natural forest fire. There's also traces of heavy arcane energy. If it was raid, then the enemy has at least two or three mages with them," Aesteal said.
I thought on this for a moment. Given that Aesteal and Maeloson had only just discovered the town, it wasn't likely that my crew had been responsible for the destruction. If that was the case then wherever that adventurer group had gone then it wasn't this town.
I grumble to myself. I was not in the mood to deal with raiders...even though technically I be one as well. I was ready to give the order for us to return back to the ship when I stuffed my hands in my pockets. I felt the piece of treasure against my fingers and, dare I say, a grin came to my face.
It be true that I wasn't in the mood to deal with raiders, but then again...
"If that be the case, then I think it's time we line our own pockets. Liara, how long would it take you to find a couple of rogue mages?" I asked.
"Three about four hilltops away," she said immediately after.
I grinned. "Good girl," I replied.
Liara offered no response to my statement but she didn't need to. She told me everything with the way she avoided my gaze. I then turned back to the elves.
"Alright elves, you can fight, and you can keep watch. Now, let's see ya pillage the pillagers! Follow my lead!" I told them. To my surprise, neither was deterred by the thought of what I meant. They both agreed without question.
My head then switched back to Liara. "And it be time to pique the interest of a witch. The Son of Poseidon be making a grand entrance!" I told her.
"Sir, wouldn't it be better if we had more than four of us?" Aesteal asked.
Oh, dear sweet Aesteal, four...was already too much.
By the time we discovered some semblance of a hideout, the sun was already going down. For a raiding party, they weren't very inconspicuous. It seemed to be a rather sizable group. At least twenty to thirty men laid around tents and I bet more were holed up deep in the cave that we had found.
Truly, they be a despicable bunch. I see some of them make sport of throwing knives by tossing them at captive male prisoners. If that is what is happening to the men, then I don't need to figure out what's happening to the captive females, human or otherwise.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Maeloson unnerved by the sight. His grip on his bow is tight and so are his eyes on the scene. Ah right, I'm sure as an elf, he's probably seen something like this happen to his people throughout the years of his life. I repeat, elves are highly sought after merely for their beauty, and some people...can't contain themselves when they see that beauty.
Aesteal is...more relaxed than I thought she would be. She looked upon the scene with disgust, but she nonetheless kept a leveled gaze. It was that gaze that did not prepare me for her words.
"Sir, are you...going to save them?" she asked.
What surprised even me was that I didn't completely write off the question. To be honest, whether they lived or died, didn't matter to me. However, it apparently mattered to the elves. I would akin that to the typical gentle elven nature and sense of peace that define most of their type but...maybe that's not completely true.
"I be no hero, Aesteal. Neither are the two of you. I'm here to take what I want and then leave. How does saving them benefit me?" I asked her.
I already knew this would be hard for her to answer because I knew the Hilvir in my time and nothing changed about it. It was not changed into some grand place that thousands would go to day in and day out. It was simply another piece of land that held no interest to me.
"Information and prestige first and foremost, Sir. There's no pirate that doesn't want their name heard through the echoes of time. It might just be a small start, but if you let them all die then there is no established credibility," she said.
I thought over this for a moment and, while I was thinking it over, she continued to speak.
"Next is information. Hilvir might not be the most directly beneficial lands that you could aid, but there are underlying advantages granted to you. Many ships pass by Hilvir when riding to the east. It's normal to stop here. If you were to set up a reliable information negotiator then that would grant you an even grander hand in the world's affairs. Is it not so similar to how Ilzahold spreads her own influence?" she then asked.
I hate how smart elves are sometimes. However, I knew the loophole to her little theory about what I wanted against what I needed. Maeloson and Aesteal had no knowledge that I was trying to work on gaining Ilzahold for myself. I wanted her and, from her, what I needed would come in hand. Though, this only serves to make me more suspicious of these elves, but I would hold it for now.
I stood up from where we had been hiding. "Fine. We be doing this upon your request, Aesteal. However, if I don't get what I feel I want or need out of this, then I hope you're prepared for the consequences," I told her.
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"Good girl," I said.
I then proceeded to raise my right hand into the air. The sky darkens and the clouds gather. The merriment of the raiders ceases when they look up at the sky. If only I were capable of establishing a mind reading spell then I'd love to hear their thoughts when they watched the gathered sky crack and crumble while the clouds twist and turn into shapes that boggle the mind.
From the sky, drizzles of water turned into a massive downpour with enough force to rival a great waterfall. Aesteal and Maeloson were in awe of my abilities while Liara remained silent. However, there was no question that I held all of the witch's attention.
Water from the trees, air, and grass, I took it all where I could feel it.
"Impressive me with your archery, you two. There be no experience like this every day," I told them.
I pulled the rushing torrent of waters toward us. With the mastery that I had spent over thirty years perfecting, I wrapped myself, the elves, and Liara in the embrace of the tides. Then, I flew my hands into the air. The waters grabbed a hold of us and propelled us all into the air. A roaring shake of the crashing rivers of life that I had taken drummed through the air as I wove my hands back and forth to keep us coursing for the raider hideout.
As I peered down upon my suspecting victims, I was graced with the fear that I had wanted. Never in their wayward lives could they have foreseen the mighty storm that rode its way towards them like an impending waterspout blasted from the maw of a dragon.
Now one would ask, was this entire entrance necessary?
I be answering, you're damn right it be! Even before my time as a pirate, I be a man with a particular fondness for the dramatic. It be a beast that need be satiated.
I break off the waterspout into four separate water towers. I push Maeloson, Aesteal, and Liara to the top of three of them while I continue my way through the fourth. I drive it down to meet my prey.
"Maeloson, Aesteal, now be a pretty good time to try out the runes sewed in your clothes. Intercept anyone who crosses me!" I told them. A glance back showed me that the elves were still trying to come to terms with not only what was happening to them but what was happening around them as well.
"MAELOSON! AESTEAL!" I shouted, gaining their attention quickly.
"Yes, sir!" They said as they tried to nock their arrows. I could see they had trouble in finding their balance so I clenched my fist and attempted to steady the waters beneath their feet enough for some appropriate balance. It must have worked because they seemed more stable now.
I curved my waterspout upwards enough to steady my fall to the ground in the center of the raider camp. Dozens of eyes stared at me in utter shock as I continued to pull the water that I had taken from my surroundings.
I broke what little silence there was. "Know the power of the Son of Poseidon," I spoke to them all.
With a mighty cry that would make any pirate captain proud, I thrust my left hand arm forward and the waters obeyed. A raging torrent sailed through the air and into the bodies of those unfortunate souls that were too slow to move out of the way. Such pressure instantly crushing against the body must have been unimaginable pain for them as the blast struck the side of the entrance of the cave enough to break rock.
That attack must have been the signal for everyone to get their heads out their asses because someone shouted.
"INTRUD-ACK!"
I turned my head to the person who screamed and noticed one arrow stuck in his throat and another in the middle of his head. Since I knew why this was the case, I couldn't stop a grin from appearing on my face.
What followed after was the sound of a horn. I turned back to see at least another fifteen to twenty people rush out of the cave that they had been in. Some were women, and most were men.
"Thanks for the interruption asshole. I was just about to break in a new toy and now I'm out here watching a young mage think he's the Nathoria Empire's royal court magus. You've impressed me, Brat. Become my underling. Serve me and become the fourth mage under me. If you do, I'll let bygones be bygones here. I also quite like those three up there. I've never tamed a male elf before. What do ya say?"
By average male size, the one who said this was at least twice the height. His body be like chiseled stone lined with numerous battle scars. His enormous hands held a sword forged in delicate steel. It's shape was pretty damn big. It didn't look like one could cut anything with it. Hell, it be more of a blunt weapon to me, but I didn't care much.
One of the man's eyes had been gouged out. I assume this from the large slash across it while he keeps the other one open. His lackeys surround him like wolves over an alpha male. I figure him to be unimportant since I don't know who he is, either from my past life or this present one.
"And what be the name of the one I be serving?" I asked.
"Saviara from the Twin Mountains,"
...Nope. It does not jog the memory. Thankfully, for whatever reason, Aesteal gave me clarity.
"Saviara from the Twin Mountains, a brutal man who has pillaged, raped, and murdered over a hundred men and women with his raiding group, Locust. It's said that he tortured a dwarven village for two months into fashioning him a blade from the bones of his victims. The bounty on his head is said to be 30,000 gold coins dead, and 60,000 alive," she said.
Saviara looked up at Aesteal and licked his lips. "Only 60,000? I must be slipping! I'll have to get on that when I get the time. So what do you say, boy? I haven't got all day!" he exclaimed.
I raised my hand. "Well, Maeloson? Tell the man how you feel," I said.
No sooner than those words expelling from my lips did an arrow graze past Saviara's cheek. He touched that cheek and as he expected, there be blood to the touch.
"Looks like Maeloson decided for me. Leaving here, I'll be 60,000 gold coins richer," I replied. Apparently, that wasn't the answer my walking bounty wanted to hear because he quickly got angry.
"Have it your way. I look forward the elves, and the gorgeous woman up there while your head becomes my new drinking cup," he retorted. Well, that sounded fun.
"Kill him," he said.
The three mages Saviara had under his thumb stood before me.
"FEIRA!" the three mages hollered. Circles of magical energy engulfed their palms before flames hot enough to rival a burning furnace were shot at me.
I hardly paid the fire spells any mind, though it was a bit obvious that some of the others did.
"You idiots! Why are you fighting a water mage with fire?!"
...They said it, not me.
A grin on my lips, I gathered the surrounding waters around me. I swung my right arm and a blast of the rivers clashed into the burning flames. A sharp hiss of water and fire flew through the air around us as Saviara's warriors charged at me.
They didn't get very far because a hail of arrows quickly rained down upon them.
"Athramarium," I heard Aesteal speak in her elven tongue. The spirits of magic swirled behind me as she released her an arrow imbued with the powers of the wind thus increasing its penetrating power. The arrow stabbed itself into the ground, rupturing the dirt like a small cannonshot.
"Aim for the archers!" the group's leader shouted. Archers pointed their arrows at my elves while the fire mages and other warriors turned their attention towards me.
The whistle of arrows flew through my ears. With my right arm, I swung the rivers around me into the air. A wall of the tides provided enough weight that the arrows reached neither Maeloson nor Aesteal. Both were allowed to fire freely and their blows struck true into the chest and heads of my enemies. Victims of the raiders that weren't tied to wooden posts ran for the trees as cover. I knew my elves had better control than to harm the people they had worried about saving but it be obvious that the battlefield be not the place for cowards.
"Fi'rma. Haelthira. XAVIM!"
My attention turned just in time to see the mages shift their abilities into those of wind magic. A powerful gust of air was launched at me.
A smirk on my lips, I drew in the waters around me and twirled my body cycling the waves around me like an angled carriage wheel. I increased the density of this "wheel' by about three times before it collided with the wind magic. I have to admit that the impact was greater than I had thought since it made my young knees buckle for a moment.
"How would you rate those spells, Liara?" I asked, turning back to her.
"Spells or entertainment tricks, I cannot tell the difference, Drakclaw. I understand you feel the thrill of combat, but do keep in mind that it's nearly dark. I would like to head back to the ship," Liara said to me.
"It would go faster if you show these mages who be standing in front of them," I replied.
I didn't wait for her reply. Instead, I turned back to Saviara. He and the rest of his group, having used the bodies of the deceased a shields for the elves' arrows, charged at me with as much bloodlust as I've come to expect from people like this.
I could sense how wet the ground was from the way their steps sunk into the earth. I raised my foot and stomped the wet soil splashing droplets around me. I took them all into the possession of my powers and crafted more shards than any of them could count. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the shards flying towards them. So many were there that given how clumped up they were, I could imagine just how much devastation was heading towards them.
Apparently, Saviara knew it too because he stopped.
"Barrier!" he shouted.
I assume he was hoping for a magic barrier to block my projectiles, but it never came. The only thing that came was thousands of blades of water and arrows raining down on Saviara and his group. I think I had been a bit excessive in my amount of shards and...killed my bounty.
...Fuckin' clamshit. Now, I was out 30,000 gold.
I lowered the waters for Liara and the elves which allowed them to join me as we viewed the bloodshed we had caused. "Why didn't those three mages cast that protective spell? It might have saved them," Aesteal said.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that it wouldn't have made a difference since, thanks to Liara, I knew how much pressure it would take from my abilities to destroy every category of spells known throughout the world. A barrier like the one those mages were crafting would not have been so difficult to pierce through.
"I was watching. They were creating the barrier, but...it was destroyed before they could even fully construct it. I believe only one person could do that," Maeloson said. Need I turn around to know he was subtly looking at Liara? I think not.
I signaled for Maeloson and Aesteal to release the captive men and have Liara tend to them while I journeyed inside the cave that had been their hideout.
When I looked inside this cave, it was as I thought. The treatment of the town men had given me some insight into what had happened to its female populace. I don't feel like recounting the tale of what I had seen. I only remember cutting chains and ropes from the arms and legs of those women still well enough to move. There were not many of them compared to the number of corpses that I had seen. Even then, I wondered if some of these women preferred death to living.
As I walk deeper into the cave, I find myself retracting my statements on just what the women have experienced. I see a few...more fragile-looking men who have been given no less hospitality than the ladies. I released them as well.
I'd be lying if I said this moved me or played upon my senses of empathy, but it didn't. During my first voyages at sea, I had long since come to terms with the harsh realities of the world. It didn't help that I was also from Draegnar, one of the most lawless cities the world has ever known.
Admittedly, I do wonder why none of the neighboring Hilvir forces did something about this. It is possible that, as Maeloson and Aesteal pointed out, the town was only recently destroyed. All the men, women, and children had been captured so there was probably no way for word to get out about what happened.
I took a sharp turn through the cavern that served as the base for the raiders. Once I did, I found a set of rooms that were most likely their quarters. When I looked through them, I saw more victims. I released them and ordered them outside. There was one that I asked for where Saviara's quarters were. She told me with some hesitance. His quarters lay at the very back of this hallway.
Down that hallway I went and it wasn't long for me to see a set of double doors. I pushed them and found a bedroom filled with gold, jewels, fine stones, and treasures that I had definitely not seen so early into my previous life.
Out of the corner of my eye, I also see a woman's arms tied to a bedpost. Her hair is not as white as the elves' but there is a sheen to it that cannot be compared with what I had typically seen. Her attire is much more...refined than the simple townsfolk that I had seen in my previous walk through the caves. I can tell that she be a knight from the shimmering steel of her torn breastplate. I'm not sure which empire she hails from, but I believe her to be from Fiolomir's neighboring land, Hæňgaram. I think this due to the torn insignia on her armor. Half of that armor has been ripped off showing me her rather aroused tits.
Judging from the handprints on them, I now had begun to understand why Saviara had been so initially unhappy. I had obviously interrupted his fun time.
I took out my notebook and began writing plans for how I could transport the new wealth that I had back to the ship. Based on this alone, I have already paid Sothshore back for her investment in this voyage. Of course, I would grant her greater treasures the likes that even this could not compare to, but it might ease her worries once she feasts her eyes upon this.
I cut the woman free and her body dropped to the ground. She was obviously very weak from the way she tried to move her arms. She looked up at me and growled. She must have gotten some surge of strength because she grabbed a stray treasure blade that had been laying in front of her.
"Releasing me will prove to be your biggest mistake! You wretched raiders will pay for the suffering you've inflicted upon this town!"
The woman charged at me but I paid her no real mind. I stepped away from the swing of her blade before whipping a piece of water that I felt in a large goblet against her face. Her body staggered and she fell back to the ground.
"Stay your blade, knight. I'm not with the raiders," I told her.
I think she must have been delirious because she charged at me again. Her form was as sloppy as her hair, but I think that to be because Saviara must have done some rather unsightly things to her.
I swirled the water around and smacked it against her body which pushed her away from me. She crashed into some of the gold coins to the side of me. I thought she would take the hint and keep her head down.
...I was wrong.
I think it was after the 20th strike that I started getting annoyed. I ducked under the blade and rolled my eyes. I buried my fist in her stomach. Both the wind and her fighting spirit were knocked out of her as she fell to the ground with a hard thud. She did not get back up.
I stared at her form and found her pleasing to the eyes. She was feisty enough, I'll give her that. I can see why Saviara, or any man, would desire such a woman's company, even if it was under deplorable methods like those.
Once I finished writing everything down, I pulled the woman over my shoulder and walked out the cave. Once I was out, I noticed how many people were standing outside. There were quite a few of them. Many of them were hugging each other and bawling their eyes out. I can't say I don't see why.
"Aesteal, tie this one up. She's coming with us. Have someone throw her in the brig when we get back," I called.
My voice was like a sharp sword cutting through the ease that everyone felt. Yet, true to form, the female elf offered no retort. "Yes, Sir," she said.
I gave the female knight to my elf and Aesteal began binding her arms and legs.
While she did that, Maeloson asked for my attention. He told me that some of the people wished to become part of the crew. It would seem that some of the men had taken to Maeloson and some of the women to Aesteal. I...am unsure as to why that's the case, but I don't care to ask. Hell, it's more laborers for the ship since I had lost a few both at the start of the journey and over its course.
"Fine, but the men are your responsibility, and the women are Aesteal's. If there be trouble, then it be on your heads," I told him. Maeloson agreed. Aesteal did as well.
I then turned back to those gathered. "Before any of you be asking for handouts, then we best clear the air first. I did not come here to save you lot! I came here to claim a bounty and take treasures. The only reason you have been saved is because Maeloson and Aesteal seem to think that there be a proper use for you all to me. Who be the leader of this town?" I asked.
Those around stared at each other, but I finally received an answer. "He's dead. Been dead for about three days now," a man replied.
I didn't like that answer.
I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation but then exhaled. "Fine, then you're the new leader of the town," I pointed to no one in particular.
"I have written down a claim to all the treasures inside. Take a quarter of that and use it to your town's reconstruction. You dare take more without telling me and I'll make you regret it. For now, you have a place on my ship," I told them.
I can see that most of the town show hesitance in the words of a pirate, but there is also not much they can do about it. They follow Maeloson, Aesteal, Liara, and myself back to the ship.
We arrive at the ship just in time for the sun to begin going down. My mother and Ellen are surprised at who we've returned with. I began separating the women who would become a part of my crew with Aesteal, and the men who would be staying with Maeloson. The rest are given private quarters. I tell the members of my temporary crew that no one is allowed to mess with them on punishment of death. They heed these words well.
Meanwhile, Aesteal took my personal prisoner and locked her in the brig. She told me she assigned someone who was on standby to watch over her. I saw no problems with this. After all of this was done, I found myself paying a lot of thanks to Liara for using what she could to aid the people.
As day was replaced with night, I had a rather lengthy meeting with my mother, Ellen, and the elves. I'm sure I surprised them both by telling them that I wanted to know their plans for the people they would be bringing aboard my ship. Unfortunately, neither was able to give me an adequate response. So...I decided to test them. By the end of our voyage from the Isles of Delverhold, if they could not turn their groups into something worthwhile for me, then those people would go back to where they came. I was a little suspicious that they both...agreed without complaint.
I could no longer take it. As I dismissed the meeting, I asked for Aesteal to remain behind. I feel a bit of relief in the fact that I finally got an uneasy expression out of one of the elves. She seemed surprised by my need to keep her around. She then closed the door and locked it.
"Yes, Sir?" she asked.
I sat on my bed and stared at Aesteal for about a minute. She stared back at me, unmoving, unwavering, unflinching. It was odd. In some aspects, I find that I can't even deal with the elves better than I can with Liara. Everything they do is perfect, aside from some typical elven overachieving.
"Strip,"
My voice is hard. My tone is direct. There can be no question in Aesteal's mind about what I just asked. I offered no context. I gave no explanation. I simply...demanded. If she had asked why, then that would have been enough for me to remove her and Maeloson from my crew. If she asked why, I would have seen that brief hesitance that I wanted.
Instead, what I got was not what I assumed. In hindsight, I probably should have.
Aesteal removed her bow and quiver. She did not stall for time by neatly placing them down either. She just dropped them like she would something inconvenient. She then kicked off her boots. Those fell with a hard thud and she quickly followed with her shorts and shirt.
I noticed her chest was wrapped in bindings instead of the regular undergarments that I assume most women wear.
She undid those bindings and I was graced with the sight of her beautiful elven body. Skin that seemed dipped in treasured honey, a blemish nowhere to be spotted, and a body honed in the elven arts and practices, was what I had seen. Aesteal...was very beautiful.
"You bind your breasts. Why?" I asked.
"Could I have remained a pure elf prisoner if I didn't have them?" she returned.
I would have made the argument with her that not even Maeloson would have been safe so it was unlikely for her to feel as secure in those wrappings as she did, but that was not my purpose.
Instead, I feasted upon her as I would have with my mother or Ellen. As with Ellen, I certainly appreciate the female form. I sought to let her know as much. "Turn in a circle. Slowly," I said.
Aesteal placed one of her heels back and began slowly turning for my viewing pleasure. I could already feel my cock rising inside my pants. How odd that despite her living under my roof for a number of weeks, I am only now truly beginning to understand the depths of her elven physiology. This is a spell that she places over me not so dissimilar to how Liara does, but Aesteal's is a more traditional one that fine-tunes my senses.
She fully faced me once more.
"Good. As expected, you be very beautiful," I complimented her.
Of the many things that I expected from her, a blush was not one of them. She seemed...unsure of how to take my compliment to her femininity. If nothing else, it eased my tensions in not only dealing with her but also with Maeloson.
"Thank you, Sir," she said to me.
"So we've been a group for a little over a month, right?" I asked her. She nodded.
"Then I think it be time that I start seeing some of that elven grit that I saw back in the cells. Sit," I ordered.
She sat down.
"Now, spread your legs. Pleasure yourself for me," I commanded.
"Pleasure...myself?" she asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Aesteal, you elves have at least five times the lifespan of an average human. You'd be taking me for an idiot if you be telling me that you don't know what I'm talking about," I answered.
My female elf swallowed whatever hesitation she felt and parted her legs giving me a full view of her hairless pussy. Mmm, it looked like it was just begging to be licked.
Aesteal did not move for a couple of seconds and I decided to remind her of this fact. "Something wrong?" I asked.
"I'm doing it! Just...just give me a moment!" she exclaimed. I think I'm the only one in this room who noticed that she didn't add the 'Sir' after it. I grinned.
Aesteal started with pinching her swollen nipples. Clearly, the elf had never masturbated before because her touch was rather clumsy and uncoordinated, but I didn't stop her. Instead, I decided to watch her experiment with herself.
My elf groped her chest continuously. Tiny pants and huffs had begun to circulate around my room as I watched Aesteal seemingly grow in confidence as the minutes rolled by. Her technique was still pretty damn sloppy for a warrior from a race that is so adept at hand and finger work.
"Ughhhhh...haaa...ummmm," she groaned while she leaned her neck down to lick the pink skin of her mystical skin. For some reason, her clumsiness was driving me wild as I watched her slither her left hand down until it touched her pussy.
"You've never masturbated before, have you?" I asked her. Her embarrassment kept her from answering me.
"Answer me!" I exclaimed.
"No, I haven't, Sir," she replied.
"No, you haven't what?"
"No, I haven't masturbated before, Sir," she continued.
Once I had gotten what I needed, I motioned for her to stop. I think she must have started getting into it because she was slow to do this. However, once she was done, I patted my legs.
"Come to me," I told her.
Aesteal stood up and walked over to me. I slowly took her arm with my hand and pulled her until she sat on my lap. "And here I thought elves were wise in all aspects of life," I teased.
"I...was forbidden from pursuing such carnal desires to better serve the spirits and our ancestral lands. To seek pleasure in such ways was...to be given harsh punishments," she answered.
I...don't quite remember hearing about things like that in my past life, but I never stayed in elven countries for too long so it's possible it was just one of the things to surprise me.
"Well, you be not in an elven country anymore. You be upon the ship of Eric Drakclaw and I want to see your face in desire and ecstasy," I told her. Hesitantly, Aesteal agreed.
I turn her head towards me and shock her with a heavy kiss. She doesn't combat me like I am used to when kissing my women, but hers was a delicate, still clumsy, one that made me feel as if I was partaking in a wondrously cultivated elixir. Her body squirmed in my embrace and I could feel her toes curl against the lower end of my legs.
My tongue playfully sought out hers and once it found it, I wasted no time and began exploring the walls of her mouth with eagerness.
As we kissed, I took her hand in my own. I then placed both on her left breast. WIth my hand and hers, we squeezed down on her flesh which released a pleasant moan from her occupied mouth.
"Feel that? Your body be heating up even faster than a firestone. Every kiss is a tremble to your form. Since you don't know the benefits of carnal pleasures, then I'll be the one to teach you. You should be thankful that I'm taking time out of my important matters to help you, don't you think?" I asked.
"Y-Yes, Sir. Thank you for teaching me," she replied.
I kissed her once more before turning her over to where I could now sit behind her. "Good elf. Now, let's start with this slutty elven body of yours," I said.
"My body is not wanton! AHHHHHH!" she exclaimed as I nibbled the length of her long, thin ears. I have had at least one or two flings with elves and I know for a fact that their ears are one of places that can really get them going. It would appear that Aesteal was no different.
"Oh, but you are. Why else do you think every other race desires you lot so earnestly? Look at this skin, these tits, and these lovely legs. Only a slutty body like this could attract so many eyes. See, feel, and touch it for yourself," I whisper to her.
We guide our hands over her body. Her legs squirm in delight and I can feel arousal slip down her thighs and onto my own legs. Then, I took her hand and headed southward. We arrived at the heat of her soaked snatch. Calling it a flowing river could not have been more apt.
"And this pussy. Seas, this pussy was made fucking. Do you not see the eyes of the crew when they look at you? Can you imagine your body turning them on so much that they could only dream of breeding this beautiful elven body? And you dare tell me this body be not slutty?" I asked.
"I-It's not. Ooooooh ahhhhh, It's not, Sir,"
"But it is. My cock says it is," I told her. My painful erection was constantly grinding against her naked skin. The friction between my cock, my pants, and her ass created such a powerful sensation that I'm embarrassed to say that she almost made me cum right then.
"Ummmmm, mmmmmmph, oooooooooh!" Her voice was like shots of raspy air flowing from the depths of her throat. I took two of her fingers and plunged them into her pussy which made her groan like a thousand sensations were assaulting her form.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
I taught her a motion for her fingers to follow with my own and before long she was massaging the walls of her cunt as good as any other woman I had seen. Her eyes were closed, her nipples erect, her creak flowing endlessly, I couldn't help taking her lips for another kiss while she used her other free hand to stroke the side of my head.
It wasn't long before I felt her tongue swirl around mine and her lips tightly close. Her moans grew in frequency and her body churned in bliss. "MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Aesteal gasped into my mouth as the scent of a wondrous orgasm assaulted my nose.
Curiously, I reached my fingers down for an inspection and what I got was a warm soaked hand next to my own. I opened my eyes and lifted up my soaked and stained hand to my beautiful elven crew member,
"See this, Aesteal? Only a slutty body like yours be capable of something like this," I said. Her eyes opened. The clouds of rapture sailed through her eyes as she looked at the work she had done. I stretched and flexed my fingers for emphasis. So sticky were they, I could see and feel the juice cling to their walls as it slid down the palm of my hand.
"I...I...,"
Never did I think this would be the time that Aesteal would be at a loss for words. I leaned my lips close to her ear and, as if I were teasing a secret to her, I spoke.
"Lick them. Lick them clean," I ordered. My voice was not so harsh, but I made sure it carried the same tone I would have used with my mother or with Ellen.
Aesteal stuck out her tongue and traced her tongue over my hands. With a bit of unsureness, she had been slow at first but it didn't take long before her to begin greedily lapping at her own river from my fingers.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Tastes as sweet as nectar, doesn't it? I won't tell you to disregard your elven customs, but this be my ship. You and Maeloson agreed that I would do as I pleased with you both. Tell me how you feel,"
"I...I feel like my body was bathed in the searing lava pits. I...I mmmmmm can't think," she replied as she continued to lick my fingers until they were clean.
"Well, I say this be a good lesson, but we be not finished. In case it has escaped your attention, I be in need of relief myself. Watching you hungrily devour my fingers like a tavern slut makes my desire for you stronger!" I growled slowly into her ears.
Her two silky, wet fingers that had been buried knuckle-deep into her beautiful pussy. Those fingers, as well as the rest, wrapped around my cock and began massaging it.
"Mmmm, for someone who hasn't masturbated, you sure seem to know how to arouse a man," I replied. Aesteal looked away from me, but she continued to rapidly pleasure me through the confines of my pants.
Like a wild inferno, my hot breath stung the nape of her neck. It was no surprise to me that her hands were just as clumsy on me as they were on herself, but that holds its own attraction.
"Tell me, you slutty elf. Have you ever seen a cock before?" I asked.
"Of course, I-I've seen...a male sexual reproduction...,"
"Call it a cock when we're alone like this. Talk to me like the dirty elven slut I know that be hidden beneath the waves of your body," I said while I took her hand and grazed it over my belt buckle. It took her no time in knowing what I wanted and she began unbuckling my pants.
"I've seen a cock before. I've had to study such things," she replied.
I nodded and dropped my hands from groping her chest. "Good, then it's time that you were given a live example to work with," I told her. The sharp intake of her breath led me to believe that she was looking forward to this lesson, even if she didn't say it herself.
I ordered Aesteal to stand and she did before she turned to face me. I stood as well. "Undress me," I told her.
She swallowed.
"Yes, Sir," she said. After she said this, she began slowly removing my coat, my pants, my boots, and the other garments that might register as clothing until I was just as naked as she was. When she took off my pants, so painfully erect was I that my dick arched upwards angrily. A squirming bulbous head with a leakage of precum was upon her eyes.
I shook her from her gaze with another kiss. Then I spoke once more.
"Kneel. It doesn't bite," I told her with mirth in my voice.
"I...I know that much," she answered me with a bit of elven fire that turned me on. She followed my order and knelt to the floor just as she had when we started.
How I wish I could know her thoughts as she stared at my length in such a way that made it seem like she was taking every tiny detail. Her eyes remained just as dazed now as they had been from her previous orgasm.
"Well? I'm waiting,"
Aesteal slowly raised her right hand and gently touched my cock. I still find it strange that an elf who has lived for so long has only now come to know of activities like this. I wasn't that surprised when she claimed she hadn't been with a man when we first met, but for her to have such a...minimal understanding of the sexual arts unsteadied my head a tad.
"How is it? Explain it to me,"
She looked at me while she continued to rub my cock with her delicate fingers. More precum flowed from the slit in my dick.
"It's hot. Heat flows from it as if it were blessed by the Shaemire," she told me.
Shaemire was basically the elven term for fire spirits.
"It's hard like great iron. It pulses with life and vitality. It...pushes against me like some unknown creature," she finished.
I gently took her head in my left hand. She stared into my eyes. As like hers, my eyes were covered with lust and need. I could see the way she knelt before me. A slave to my whims and my desires, she fondled my cock as if by giving it some great praise.
"Suck it,"
Her eyes closed and then opened. Her hot, labored breaths tickled the nerves of my sensitive cockmeat like smoke and fire kindle upon a boiling pot.
"Yes, Sir," she answered. She then took my cock into her mouth and began moving her head back and forth like she had always known to do this.
That proved to be the wrong thing for me to say because it wasn't long before I felt the rough edges of her teeth. Unlike with Ellen, it was obvious that she did not know how to use her teeth as a sexual stimulant.
SMACK!
"AHHHHHHHH!" Aesteal screamed. She turned around and she noticed a floating whip of water that I had taken from the outside.
"Until you become adept at servicing my cock, I'd better not feel those teeth of yours, Aesteal. Every time I do, you'll be punished for it. Understood?"
Call me crazy, but I'm pretty damn sure I saw an even greater burning lust than what I had seen when she had orgasmed the first time. If I could define her eyes right now, they would be utterly captivated by those essences of a Succubus demon.
"Yeuuushhhh, Shir!" She groaned with my cock in her mouth. I felt her teeth a bit in that one, but I let it slide since the vibration of her mouth, throat, and tongue had aroused me so. Then, came my beautiful elf's first attempt at cock servicing.
SMACK!
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
CRACK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
SNAP!
SLAP!
SMACK!
"UGGGGGGGGGGGH! I'm sorry, Sir!" Aesteal said as she continued to work my cock through the reaches of her mouth pussy. This was perhaps the tenth time I had to smack her for the use of her teeth but, true to elven form, she seemed to get the hang of it very quickly. Her tongue seemed to masterfully wrap around my cock like a snakeskin vice.
"Ummmm, just like that, Aesteal. You be a fast learner," I told her as I felt the cold air tease my cock before the texture of her salivating tongue licked around my sacks of cum and across the length of my flesh pistol.
I rewarded her efforts with my own moans and groans of appreciation. I was actually surprised that I had been so far gone I closed my eyes just to focus on the intense waves of pleasure she gave me. When I opened them, I saw Aesteal moaning like a proper bitch in heat, stabbing her fingers into her snatch over and over again with such voraciousness that her mouth started vibrating my cock from her own moans. Like a young adult who had just discovered the pleasures of carnal desires for the first time, her body must have been swelling with an intense need to be filled in ways that her elven livelihood had denied her.
From her, my eyes trailed downwards. My captain's floors were drenched where she knelt. Puddles of elven love juice were collected on my wooden boards. I grabbed a fistful of Aesteal's snowy hair and pulled it back with a firm touch. My lovely elf groaned in slight pain until she released my sloppy, soaked dick from her lips.
"I've heard elves be one of the most disciplined races in all the world. Yet, here you lay masturbating and staining my floor like a king's common whore. I told you to suck my cock. Did I tell you that you could masturbate and cum over my floor now?" I asked.
I made sure my voice held a fine line of lustful anger and desired sternness. I'd rather Aesteal's first true depths into the sexual plane were not met with the typical fear that she might have learned from fellow elves about how humans act around them.
"I...I thought that...UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" she moaned loudly when I twisted her nipples.
"And just what were you thinking that had you cumming so much you turned my floor into a small flooded town square? Tell me,"
Aesteal looked away from me.
"Look away from me again and I'll punish you, Aesteal," I said to her. I think it was around this time that through the lustful haze, my crew member started to understand what this relationship would be.
"P-Punish me?" she asked.
"You be a smart elf. I'm sure you know what I mean," I responded. She stared into my eyes and I hoped she came to realize that I would possibly do all the depraved things she was thinking of.
"No, Sir. You didn't say I could masturbate will...I pleasured your cock. May I please...masturbate will I serve you?," she asked.
I chuckled at how she said this if only because it seemed that she was still holding onto those bits of elven culture that were designed to prevent her from sexual interaction. I don't know what elven order she was a part of to do this, but as I said earlier, it did have me intrigued.
"Perhaps, but you still haven't answered my question. What be your thoughts while you played with yourself?" I asked.
Luckily for her, Aesteal's embarrassment didn't cause her eyes to drop from me this time. "I was thinking I...can see why humans and other races enjoy certain aspects of this so much. I...I should hate you for the deplorable, debasing, defiling words you've used to describe me, but I...," she paused.
"You...?" I drew out.
"Oh Ambar Taváraemi, it would be my pleasure to serve you," she answered.
Now, how could I deny such a statement?
"Then serve me, you slutty elf. And no, you will not masturbate anymore...until you leave my quarters. Starting tomorrow, you're going to masturbate twice a day. One for morning, and one for night, understood?"
"A-Aye, Sir, but...Maeloson and I share the same quarters," she replied.
My grin widened. "Then you'd better make sure he doesn't hear or see you. Now, I think you be doing something important right now," I said. I didn't give her the chance to respond. Instead, I grabbed Aesteal head and shoved my cock through her mouth and into her throat. I was granted the pleasure of an audible gag as her hands rubbed my thighs.
I pulled her head back and began to buck my hips like a damn horse in breeding season. The sounds of her used and abused throat drove me to another height of crazy pleasure that got me moaning and grunting like a wayward beast of the lands.
I cared not for her pleasure. I cared not for her needs. However, I cared for her wants, and she wanted to continue to serve my cock, and serve my cock she would.
"GAUG! GAUG! UACK! UGH! GUAG! ACK! UGH! GUAG!"
Gag after gag, I heard her as the hot slippery tunnels of her mouth-cunt wrapped around my cock in heavenly bliss. I could feel her tongue try to wrap around me as best it could as I slapped my balls against her chin. Yet, she did not yield to me. She took all that I had to give and more. It could be because I was thrusting too fast to notice, but I'm sure I could feel her body tremble at least three different times and I think those to be orgasms now that I recollect on them.
"Fuck, Aesteal! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum down your slutty elven throat! Beg me for it. Show me you want to swallow my spunk!" I ordered. I thought that would be a pretty hard order to actually follow, but Aesteal continued to impress me.
My elf took her hands from my legs and wrapped them around until they squeezed my buttocks. Then she began pulled me forward as if encouraging, nay pleading to give her undeserving throat the drowning fluids from within the confines of my balls.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I growled out as I felt my dick fire the cannons of splooge into my beautiful elf's waiting throat. My hips jerked and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees nearly gave way while I unloaded the massing shots into Aesteal's stomach.
I must have been more aroused than I thought because I felt like a sink faucet. It is possible that I subconsciously used my powers to pull more cum out of my cock than what would actually be given. All I know was that had this been her pussy, I probably would have gotten that baby I toyed my mother about in this one night.
After some time, I released Aesteal's head and my cock fell from her lips. I allowed her to collect herself for a moment before she spoke. "T-Thank you for letting me serve you, Sir." she said.
I believe something strange came over me because I leaned forward and kissed Aesteal's forehead. "You pleased me greatly, Aesteal, but don't think you're leaving this room tonight. This night, I wish to rest with a beautiful woman in my arms," I said.
I think she must have taken my meaning the wrong way because she seemed to stiffen up. Just judging by her expression, I can tell we both knew what I meant.
"I...I'm prepared, Sir," she replied.
I rolled my eyes. "I be a Draegnar bastard, Aesteal. I know better than anyone the language of a liar. Would a prepared woman stand like she came face to face with a gorgon? Lie to me again, and you can forget joining my crew," I answered.
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry for lying," she then said.
As I said before, one has to be careful in how they conduct contact with elves. They are a perceptive bunch and an even more exclusive race. In order to properly have Aesteal, I would need to handle her carefully. As for Maeloson, well...that was a little harder.
I walked towards Aesteal and stood behind her. "Good. I don't care if you lie to anyone else in the world, but if you lie to me, then you can ask Ellen about how creative my mind can be,"
I made sure Aesteal heard every word of what I said. She agreed but I was not finished.
"Besides, I love the thought of you squirming over knowing that at any moment, whenever I choose, wherever I want, however I want it, I can slide my cock inside you and make you moan like the slutty elf we both know you are," I whispered into her ear making her shiver.
Unfortunately, that rest would have to wait because there came a harsh banging to my door.
"Captain!"
It was the sound of my mother's urgent voice.
I cursed and removed myself from Aesteal. We quickly dressed ourselves enough to look presentable and I opened the door.
"What?" I asked with a bit of a mood in my voice.
It didn't take me long to see why my mother had called me because I could see about thirty men and women coated in glorious steel armor, riding atop glorious white steeds, with swords and bows at the ready, along with flaming torches in their hands. Upon their steel breastplates laid the insignia of the Hæňgaram Empire...just like my prisoner.
"Fate...be dealing us a middle finger...," my mother said.
...oh.