Three more days passed on my voyage and I began to notice some changes occurring in the witch aboard my ship. The most shocking of these changes was that for two days she remained outside the ship. She would watch the waves below our vessel, she would listen to the songs the crew would sing, and she would stroll down the lower decks for no mere point other than interest. She wasn't disturbing the workers, aside from giving the men the hardest erections they would ever get, so I didn't see much of a problem. However, it did seem odd to me that she would leave a solitary place since that was all she seemed to do when I had known her. She only stayed in one place. I had been expecting that place to be her room for the rest of the voyage aside from Hilvir.
The next change, albeit a rather subtle one, was that she began speaking with some of the crewmembers during their baths. I didn't know about what and I didn't really care to ask. As long as no one touched her, or said anything that would greatly displease her, then it wasn't my business what they discussed. Although, my mother did inform me that Liara had taken to asking her about stories of her times as a pirate. I didn't know what the witch had to gain from doing this, but I left that alone as well.
The next change would have been one that was subtle to everyone outside my mother, Ellen, the elves, and myself. Liara...had begun to spend quite a bit of time around me. She began taking her meals with me in my room. She began discussing the results of some of her magical research. It's thanks to my memories of my time's Liara that I can hold a somewhat intelligent conversation with her regarding the matters.
While I work, read, or even lounge about my quarters, Liara is there with a book in hand. I have to say that the first few times she did this, even I was a tad unnerved by her presence. Granted, I did not stop her. I raised neither hand nor voice to her to remove herself from my presence. Instead, I allowed her to be as close as she wished so long as the more private of my affairs were kept to myself.
She would spend hours in my room unless Diane or Goron called her away. I had asked her a few times what she was doing, but she only answered with a smile that gave me no insight. In the end, I had stopped trying to guess. If she was going to be around me so much, then I was going to take the time to partake of her beauty. There was no inopportune moment for not to do so.
That said, I could not only stare at Liara over this time. I quickly began making preparations because our ship had sailed into the Barlorian Sea. These tides would carry us into the lands of Fiolomir. There, I would retrieve what I needed to ease the troubles my crew would face on the Lost Isles of Delverhold. Plus, walking somewhere in those lands was Boreli Astell, a man I thought to be my own brother of the sea until the beginning of my untimely demise.
I shall sum up Boreli in one simple term.
Eager.
Boreli was born as the bastard from an affair between a noblewoman and a man of modest beginnings. His mother had pushed him into his father's arms and they were fated never to be a whole family every again. Because of this, Boreli had grown up with a pursuit of fame and glory that could nearly rival my own. There was no ocean too deep, no danger too fierce, and...no low he wouldn't go, to seek the greatest coin he could. He had told me that he hoped to achieve so much fame that his mother would be forced to seek him out. I remember asking him what happened to his father, but he never found the strength to tell me.
When I was but a young, brass captain, I had managed to get my hands on a treasure map which led me to an unknown island. Unfortunately, I could not confidently sail the waters as I do now. I sought a guide. Boreli was that guide and he came to me in the form of a pickpocket. He had taken my map. Luckily for me, I was a bit used to my powers over the sea and restrained him easily. He then bargained for his life. He could navigate my ship to the island.
At the time I thought he was just blowing smoke out his ass, but he did guide me to the island. That trip had turned into him and me with our backs to each other facing off against knights, swords, and guns. When it was over, I offered Boreli to chase the greater fame and fortune with me. He did so and he became one of the greatest friends a bastard like me could have...or so I had thought.
"Eric, in another two hours we be finding our fate in the Barlorian Sea and the lands of Fiolomir. What be our course?" my mother asked as the helmsman continued to sail us forward.
I stared out into the open sea for a minute or so before I answered.
"We shall sail for the ports of the city of C'ula. I'll turn in the bounty on Saviara there. We'll stay in that city for no less than two days and no more than a week," I told her.
My mother looked over my shoulder at the map curiously. I pointed her to the rough estimate of where we were at and she merely looked at me in confusion.
"What's there?" she asked me.
How I love the way she jumped and shivered when I stole a kiss from her lips. She didn't even have time to properly register it before I pulled away.
"Simple, mother. Within that city, I hope, lies the thing I need that might spare our men having their souls trapped in a realm of neverending torment," I whispered to her.
I must have worried her because she had a concerned look on her face, but there be time for buttered legs and that time was not now. We all be in this for the long haul. Nevertheless, I soothed any inner concerns she might have had as best I could.
Once I managed to convince her that I still had a handle on this upcoming situation, I went below the deck. I passed by Ellen's quarters. She seemed deep in thought with a few papers in front of her. She jotted down whatever was on her mind with a quill pen. So gone in her thoughts and her work was she that I didn't have the heart to interrupt her.
Instead, I left her and headed further down into the ship. Those men and women who've finished their shifts or waited for their shifts to start occupied themselves with more cards, story-telling, lounging, and...the occasional fuck. I could hear the sounds of at least four people rutting like dogs behind closed doors.
It didn't bother me. So long as no...unexpected increases in my crew appeared, then I allowed them to do as they wished. Yes, I am indeed aware that I be not one to talk. With how hard I had fucked my mother in recent weeks, I be surprised that she be not with child as well. Whether that is good fortune or not is up to anyone's perception.
Anyway, I stepped down until I came to see Lady Knight sitting on a stool in front of the storage room that held all my ship's treasures. Beside her, resting against the wall, was a sword I had given her for the time being. It was by no means of the same quality a knight like her was used to carrying, but it wasn't like she had the right to complain.
In her hands was a book. I suppose I should wonder where she got this piece of literature from since I was sure that, aside from Liara and myself, no one else had books that I can recall. Most of the poor men and women of Draegnar couldn't read since they weren't taught so. Of course, I don't know why I'm comparing a highborn woman to the low classes of Draegnar, but...that be where my thoughts led me.
My steps alerted her to my presence. She turned to me and began to place her book down. I quickly stopped her.
"No need to get up or put the book away. I'm just down here to tell you we'll be reaching the lands of Fiolomir in a few hours," I said.
Alteria sat back down and faced me.
"Was there a need for you to make the lengthy trip down here just to inform me of that?" she asked. I be unsure of why the fire in her voice made smile, but I cast any underlying thoughts for later.
"Can I not traverse my own ship? Also, you'd best find the methods to soothe that steel in your voice. I have been fairly more accommodating than any other bastard of the sea that would take you. We be allies, but don't think we be equals" I replied.
Balamar didn't answer me. Instead, she closed her book and exhaled. She then fully faced me. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't glance down at her long legs when she did this. I don't believe I was caught, but I must have moved my eyes too fast for her to think otherwise.
"Fiolomir is currently in the midst of a great war that plagues both its land and its people. You would be sailing into turbulent waters. What reason is there to head into these lands? I don't know how a man such as you has such a strong affinity for water magic, but I don't believe even you can handle the armies of three kingdoms," she said.
I had not the heart to argue with her. The visages of shock and awe upon the faces of those captivated by the might I wield is more than any talk can bless me with. That said, I found no harm in messing with her.
"And here I thought you knights were the first to charge into the battlefield and shed blood for your countries. How you have proven me wrong. If you be worried, then you can stay below the ship if you desire," I said.
I did not wait for her reply. Instead, I turned around and proceeded to walk back to the deck. I suppose I should count my blessings because one of the crewmembers came running towards me.
"Captain! Three ships port side with cannons at the ready! They aim to sink us!" this person said.
I think I ran out of blessings to count rather quickly when I saw the defensive magic array that protects the ship appear before the thunderous booms and heavy quakes of cannon fire that assaulted my ship. The boat rocked as if a mighty eruption had fallen over it. So great was it that I fell off balance and my head bumped into the side of the wall.
My head rattled and my eyes were dazed. Rather than a sense of urgency, I only felt annoyance. I stood to my feet and helped up the person who had conveyed this attack to me. My mind was such a flurry of thoughts that I don't remember the orders that I barked at people who rushed to the deck of the ship. When I was aware of myself, I was above the deck with over a hundred members of my crew.
"Captain, there!" Aesteal pointed outward. I followed her finger and just like the messenger had said prior, there were three royal blue ships with armor fashioned in pure silver and gold. Rich in beauty and in valor, these were the type of ships that make pirates tremble in fear since only the most wealthy captains can attain even half of what those are.
A breeze on its face, I gazed up at the ship's flag. The colors were a dead giveaway, but the kingdom's crest painted on the face of the flag only made it more obvious.
"Just like in my time, the Kingdoms of Evir and Callamum wage war upon my domain," I thought to myself. The ships of Callamum that have assaulted me are vastly inferior to the ones that sailed in my time. If I recall correctly, then the Kingdom of Callamum would reach an upheaval in naval warfare compared to the other nations. Naturally, I sank them just like the rest but...that kingdom be no dead slug in the tides of war.
Soon heavy eruptions as if a volley of thunder rolling across the sky had assaulted my ears. I watched as another volley of cannonballs sailed through the air before exploding against the magic barrier that surrounded the ship. Explosions loud enough to deafen any normal man's ears rang through the air.
The force of the impact brought us to our knees as some of my crewmembers started to panic. Ellen growled as she stared out into the open seas.
"Not even five minutes into these waters and we're already facing the dogshit bastards from the Callamum kingdom! I'd like to sink the bastards right now," she said. This caused me to chuckle, but I think my laughter was drowned out by the rumbling in the air.
Once the rumbling stopped, my mother grabbed my shoulder. "Eric, what are your orders?" she asked.
I turned my head and before my eyes was my temporary crew eagerly awaiting the paths in which I would direct them. Perhaps for my crew, this be the final test that they would give to me. I had given them food, treasure, and the life a pirate begins to yearn for. Now, could I protect these bastards and bitches aboard my vessel? Could I make them see that they had not made the wrong choice in lending their lives to me?
HA! What kind of son of a bitch do they think me to be?
I stood up and jumped onto the wooden railing of the ship. Though they were still far out, I could tell they were readying for another volley. Of course, it be a very simple matter to crush these ships from where I stood, but...for my crew to behold what I be showing them would need such grander flair than this.
I turned to Ellen.
"None of you need to intervene. I'll take care of this myself. They shall witness the might of the Son of Poseidon," I said.
Ellen widened her eyes as did Maeloson and Aesteal. I could even see that Liara, Diane, and Goron, the big lug, were paying attention to my words. Of course, noble Lady Knight be no different.
However, my mother looked at me as if I had gone utterly insane, which be a very clear statement to make. I faced her and grinned.
"Remember mother, a good slut...," I told her. I then jumped off the side of the ship.
On my way down, I could hear my mother scream for me as members of my crew deemed me glorious titles such as coward or crazy. I would forgive the shitty comments just this once since...this was rather stupid of any other person were performing such a feat.
I splashed into the seas below my ship and the waters covered my body. I had not the time to savor this feeling that I always find myself with when I be submerged. Despite the waters clogging my ears, I could still hear the muffled sounds of the enemy ship's cannons.
With a wave of my left hand, and then a wave of my right, the sea swirled around my body. I then garbled a shout as the waters rose to the surface like a great squall to appear from the depths below.
I arose from the sea with a tower of the tides to steady my footing. Those aboard my ship stood in utter awe of my use of my abilities. The volley of cannons that had been fired upon my vessel swam through the air. I swung my arms as I pulled up about five walls of water one after the other. I then compressed each wall together as much as I could. So woven together were they that nothing could get through them.
I could feel the explosion of the cannonballs against my walls of water. It felt like a ripple went through the very core of my brain.
Once the explosions settled, I swung my right arm. From the walls of the sea that I had crafted, a compressed blast of water expelled from the right side of my defensive structure. I then swung my left arm and the same occurred from the left side of the wall. Two blasts of the great tides assaulted the air like a great tidal wave be set to descend upon my enemies.
I now see the fear in the Callamum vessels because their cannon bombardment had gotten even faster. The ships tried to maneuver as best they could, but how could such trifles dare compete against my will?
More cannons sailed through the air. I raised two of my fingers and the wall of water that I had made to guard my ship quickly rushed out to meet these exploding balls of iron. Violent beasts of eruptions soon followed beneath the beat of the sun's harsh gaze.
During the brief reprieve of the assault of the Callamum ships, I quickly crushed the smallest vessel. Within the seas, I could feel the weight of each ship around my immediate vicinity. The smallest ship laid to the very right of the largest. I clenched my right hand and the blasting force of the tides that had been expelled from my hand formed a great spear fit to sink a vessel with ease.
...And sink that vessel it did. The fires that lit up the ship gave me a great vision of my successful assault. I willed the waters to pull the ship out of the water and they did so. Pierced through its body, the water pulled and pulled until this Callamum vessel rained men from its body and into the oceans below. Then came the crushing fires of the ship before it collapsed beneath its own weight. I felt no pity for the souls it crushed as it made its way back down with enough force to create massive waves that not only reached me but reached my ship as well.
I turned back to view my crew for a moment. I'd rather those idiots not be turned into collateral damage during my performance. Naturally, I was greeted with wide eyes and dropped jaws. I had captivated everyone, even Ilzahold.
When I turned back, a large magical array of various colors greeted me. Intrigued, I allowed this little...spell to complete. Then, from its face release a strong blast of lightning. Based on the hundreds of spells that be in my brain from my Ilzahold's memories, I could tell that this spell was of the fifth-class variety. Obviously, there be a rather talented mage or mages on that ship. Too bad this would be their last voyage.
As the lightning traveled towards me, the water that I had pulled from the left side of the wall I had made earlier became known. I swung my arm and this body of ocean appeared in front of the blast of magic ready to fry my body like cooked fish.
The lightning struck this body of water and I quickly formed this piece that I had as much as I could. Surge after surge of lightning magic coursed through this giant floating orb of water that I had created. Thousands of sea critters that had been unfortunately caught within its grasp had died from the shock of lightning rushing through its form.
I then swiped my left arm upwards. The ball of conducted water rushed into the sky so high that it was covered in the clouds. I didn't even have to wait long for those clouds to darken. I pulled them together and the lightning struck them all allowed the crack and boom of thunderclouds.
I concentrated as much of the water as I could to where this attack would not hurt my crew too much. If anything too dreadful happened then the barrier of the ship should protect it.
...I say should because this was one of my favorite, if destructive attacks my mind could think of.
I swung my hand down. I be wondering about the thoughts of my crew when they saw over a thousand showers of lightning spears fall from the sky. Like a golden descent of heavenly blades, they crashed into the two remaining ships with relentlessly cruel precision. There was no place left to stand that was safe.
Perhaps, this be the best time to point out for the last time, I be capable of only commanding all forms of water. I do not control the thunder or lightning that circulates in the skies. However, water infused with lightning magic is certainly a close second to wielding the powers of the great storms.
I chuckled at the pitiful attempts the enemy mages, or mage, made against me in the form of a large barrier around the ships. How I wished I could see the horror on their faces when their powerful magics were subdued by the unwavering onslaught my descent of water and lightning.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
The ship's arcane barrier broke into feeble pieces of energy and...my assault of these bottomfeeders continued.
Over the seas of Fiolomir, a rainstorm of water, lightning, and fire danced through the Callamum ships. Ah, it is a sight I have long since beheld during my time. The smell of burning wood and metal, the screams of those unlucky enough to rouse my ire, and the majesty of the seas once held within my grasp. I now be reminded of the time in my life when I truly was...the ruler over the Great Seas.
I slowed the assault of the raining lightning-infused droplets until only the storming clouds remained. If I let the rest of nature take its course then it would be raining again in about half an hour. Of course, I could stop it, but the feeling of the rain on me be a welcoming feeling to come.
To end my performance, I inhaled and then exhaled. Over my head, I slowly raised both my arms. The seas rose and covered the flaming ships for only a moment. There be a considerable effort in keeping the ocean from swallowing my prizes, but I figured it would be worth it.
Once I had washed the ships of their burning demise, I wove my fingers and guided the water I had used for my platform to bring me back to the ship. I landed back on the wooden deck thoroughly soaked. Even the excess water I pulled out from my clothes did not make me feel any drier.
I lifted my head and I saw my crew staring at me as if I had just suddenly cast a fire spell on myself. Even Ellen, Liara, Maeloson, and Aesteal, who had seen me use my abilities before were strangely devoid of speech.
What came next was something which unnerved even me. I watched those bastards of Draegnar drop to their knees and bow their heads.
"Poseidon Ganvami! Poseidon Ganvami! Poseidon Ganvami!"
My crew chanted this term over and over. The words roughly translate to 'Our Lord, Poseidon' in Draegnaran.
"Aye, enough of your shit! I be not the god of storms! Now get your asses in gear before the Callamum treasures sink into the bottom of the abyss!" I ordered.
"Aye Aye, Captain!" they hollered before they scrambled to get back to work. I'm aware that they must have hundreds of thoughts running through those sea-clogged heads of theirs, but I had no need for questions right now.
...not even from my own mother.
"Eric...," my mother said.
I turned to her and kissed the top of her forehead.
"Later, mother. What I did shall be known to you soon," I told her. I then kissed her forehead one more time in an attempt to soothe her worries of her seeing her son display such grand, otherworldly abilities.
I saw Liara speak with Diane and Goron about something before she made eye contact with me. I felt cheeky so I winked at her. I was a bit surprised when she chuckled from afar before she returned to her quarters.
At the same time, Ellen broke her gaze from me and ordered the helmsman to head for the wreckage. I, of course, had to reassure the scrubs that they wouldn't be turned into cooked seafood from the lightning current rumbling through the sea.
Once the sea slugs be sure that their lives were not in danger, the ship was sailed to where I had caused such destruction. During that time, I asked Aesteal why, with her spectacular elven vision, she had missed such targets.
A shame that I couldn't find fault in her explanation. She had been inside speaking with Liara. It was not her turn to be in the Crow's Nest. She had also been planning the schedules for training of the female populace that stayed from the town in Hilvir.
Of course, those things didn't stop me from requesting her presence in my quarters later this night. How I enjoyed the shiver in her eyes when I said those words to her. My little elf merely nodded and went back to her business.
My ship pulled up to the wreckage of the three Callamum ships. Evidence of my victory laid everywhere. Dead fish, krill, and many other forms of creature that live within the deep floated motionlessly.
My mother stared at the recent ship graveyard that I had made before she cleared her throat.
"What are you skreegs waiting for?! Lower the rowboats!" she ordered. She then organized about five boats with five men each. What surprised me the most was that my mother made Lady Knight and Maeloson the leads of this brief venture. I didn't see fit to argue.
As I watch crew members pick up full nets of seafood, I am already aware that there be no need to get more food for this voyage. At least, baring any form of natural disaster that befalls us, I could feed this crew easily for the next eight months if I had to.
I be a bit gracious that Liara had a method for keeping the food from growing spoiled. I am now aware that I didn't even ask how she had done it the first time when I brought back all of that food on Hilvir. I shake my head at the thought.
By this time, the storm that I had created moments ago had begun to stir once again. The winds grew harsh and the seas grew fierce. Those out on the rowboats seemed concerned so I busied myself with easing the anger of the tides. Crashing waves lashed at each other while I kept those working below safe from the monsters which no doubt lurk below.
They must not have been too worried anymore because the lot began to lollygag as we dug up many sunken treasures. They picked the pockets of corpses, laughed as they threw up gold and silver coins. It got to such a point that Maeloson kicked one person off the rowboat.
"Stop messing around and get back to work!" he shouted. This caused even more laughter from the rest, but they continued their work all the same.
"Ellen, prepare to write down all that we've gained today," I said.
"Aye, sir!" she replied. She then pulled out another accounting book. I be grateful for her truly. While I could do all this shit if I wanted, it be best to leave it to better hands.
The rain came down harder while thunder rolled through the sky. The seas grew more turbulent, but they posed no danger to our venture.
About another hour of search, retrieve, and drop passed for us before everything came into account. I had to admire Callamum ships if only because they were always fashioned with worthwhile materials.
I was satisfied with what we have gotten and made the call for everyone to return, but it seemed that Fate, once again, had other plans for me.
"Captain! Sunken straggler beneath the wooden planks!" someone shouted.
I watched my men push a piece of wood away from a body that had been floating there. Do not begin to question me about how a single person managed to survive an assault that I had personally created, but there they were unconscious in a boat as the oars rowed it back to my ship.
Since it was dark, I didn't get a good look at the person until they were pulled back aboard the ship. It was clear that on the trip up, my crew had bound the person in case they awoke.
They placed him on the deck and I took notice of the rough, yet defined male shape of this Callamum survivor.
His skin like fine bronze. His long hair, well long for a male, was as black as oil. A band kept it tied in a short ponytail behind his head. He was also very fit. I could see the signs of worked muscles everywhere. Tribal markings lined his frame. His ears laid near the top of his head, covered in fur, like some kind of wild ferret. A striped tail of black and brown laid limp to the side.
Once I took this man in, it wasn't hard to notice two things. One, he was a beastman. Two, he was a Xhaluther. More specifically, he was an Xhaluter that was very, very, very far from where his kind should be.
Xhaluters are better known as warrior beastmen of regions with an incredibly hot climate. Their kind is ferocious and a single warrior rumored to hold enough strength to tear tempered steel with their bare hands. So naturally tuned to battle are they that they can last for seven days and seven nights without rest. They are also rumored to wear the hides of their kills and collect their skulls as trophies.
And, these be rumors, but I can fully attest to the fact that their battle prowess is not to be underestimated.
I have fought Xhaluters before. When you be as large a conqueror as I was, you tended to fight anyone and everyone at least once. I...don't have a good time fighting these bastards, especially not in their field advantage. If I be caught unprepared, not even I could stop a tribe os Xhaluters from running amok.
The reason for this be pretty simple. I mentioned that Xhaluters prefer to live in harsh, hot climates. Namely, they flourish in desert regions. One can quickly understand where my point be going with such a thought. For someone like me, the desert is a wandering dead zone where not even I can hold confidence in my own survival. Of course, it be not impossible for me to endure such places, but I do not enjoy them. The lasses there though...
Anyway, Xhaluters are not usually seen so far out as here. It would lead me to believe that this is either a slave or a foreign Xhaluter. I cannot tell.
Now, given what I have said about these formidable people, one might be asking what stops them from becoming a more prevailing force in the world. Well, the obvious one is their numbers. Xhaluters are some of the smallest race numbers in the world. This is simply because...the females are pretty damn hard to impregnate. I have heard tales that one is more likely to drop their golden pocket watch in the ocean, swim down and find it, and return with it than it is for a female Xhaluther to get pregnant.
I cast aside the thoughts for now, and wave the beastman off.
"Send him to the brig. Inform me of when he wakes up," I said.
"Aye sir!" three men claimed. They then picked up this Xhaluter and took him into the floors below. Something in the back of my mind told me that I should have restrained him further, but I had nothing to do this with. I can only hope that I'm on this ship when he wakes up. If I'm not, then only Ilzahold has a chance of stopping him from tearing this vessel apart.
A few more moments passed and all the rowboats were back in my ship. We then continued our voyage to C'ula.
The ship was very quiet amidst the thunderous clouds and the rushing seas. Of course, there was nothing too hectic since I made sure no waves crashed into the boat. I be of the thought that I had overwhelmed my crew and now that there was peace, aside from the weather, it gave them time to reflect.
Ellen passed me a piece of paper and I returned to my quarters with it. Once I sat at my desk, I noticed it was an account of what everyone had collected. The metal which coated the Callamum ships had been stripped off and stowed away. Given that these were ships made for war, there wasn't much in the line of grand treasure, but the jewels and money that flowed out was enough. Of course, they had taken the Callamum armor, weapons, clothing, and other various materials that be of concern.
"I guess any of the magic shit on this list can be given to Liara since I don't need it. However, there be a case for the others if they battle against users of the arcane arts. Then again, I could do some more rune sewing, but...did I have the patience to go through it again? HELL NO!
A knock came to my door. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I watched the flame of my candle dance.
"Enter," I said. I heard the door open and close.
I turned around.
My mother stood at the door's entrance. Her hair was soaked and so was her clothing. It be no surprise what she was here for so I wove the water from her hair and her clothes. She watched me do this in no less wonder than when she saw me earlier.
I opened the window and guided the water out and into the ocean. I then closed the window. Having pulled my chair back to me, I took a seat.
We were both silent for a long while. I think my mother tried to find the right words to start, but she must have come up short. If not for this awkward tension, I might have laughed since she was never one for lacking anything to say.
I exhaled.
"Mother, come to me," I said.
She stayed there for a moment, but her legs began to move and she walked down the room steps into my quarters. I took her in my arms and rested her lovely body on my thighs. She was very cold, but her scent was tantalizing as always.
"Do you fear that I will sprout out tentacles like the mighty Kraken and sink our ship?" I asked. I caressed the side of her cheek with a tender hand.
"So those tales be true in Draegnar. With those...abilities, you truly are the Draegnar Shark Hunter. I see now how you came into wealth so quickly," she replied.
"I be not one to boast," I said. I was happy to hear her laugh at the bullshit that came from my mouth at that moment.
We settled into a brief lull as we heard the sounds of my candle.
"First, the Witch of Draegnar. Next, curing me of this wretched disease that has plagued me for so many years. Now, my son wields the powers of the sea. I...I oddly feel like I can't even call you my son anymore. Can't even begin to figure this shit out," she returned.
I sighed. I then wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her as close to me as I could.
"Mother, look at me,"
She turned her eyes to me and I quickly kissed her. Before she could savor the moment, I pulled back and exhaled.
"I be Eric Drakclaw, son of Ira Drakclaw. Should that not be enough?" I asked her. She remained silent for a moment. She then flicked her finger against my forehead.
"You're just a cheeky bastard," she laughed. I then made her inhale sharply when I moved my growing erection across the underside of her thighs.
"Just cheeky?"
"Fine, and horny," she laughed.
I stopped my hips and leaned back into my chair.
"If you truly be interested to know, not even I know where these powers came from. Take my bastard honesty as truth only to my mother. One day I woke up and the seas be at my beck and call. I control them better than any water mage ever could," I said. My mother leaned her head on my shoulder.
"I've been on the receiving end of those fucking water mages before. For an adventure of sea life, it is a hassle to deal with them. Yet, I'd rather be their enemy than deal with what I saw just now. No wonder you held such confidence in this little trip of yours. Had I been gambling against you, I shudder to think what you would do know that I see," she replied.
I smiled as I closed her ear and whispered.
"Hmmm, what I'd do to you. I'd like to bend you over my table and take part in this forbidden fruit in front of me. Make you wail and scream as the storm rages outside. My cock slides between your wet legs just waiting to plunge in this hot cunt. All because you gambled about whether I could lead this voyage or not," I replied huskily.
My mother inhaled deeply and sighed blissfully. Had I the time, I would have made this fantasy a reality, but we would be hitting C'ula in a few hours. After the attack by the Callamum Kingdom, we would need to be on guard for the ships from Evir.
Additionally, I truly needed to pace her and myself. I had been cumming inside her fairly vigorously as of late. Though as I have stated before, the thought of breeding her excited me to no end.
By my own will, I pulled my mother away from my erection and stood up.
"I be your son, mother. From the very first day you spat me out to now. There is no need to fear me. If ever I lay a hand on you then it be to pull your body to mine. No more, no less," I stated.
My mother stared at me before she punched me in the shoulder.
"I know you wouldn't do that. Now let me get back outside so Ellen doesn't have to organize the lot by herself. I'll be sure to call for you when we reach the city of C'ula," she said. She then walked out of my room and closed the door.
As soon as she was gone, I grabbed a hold of my cock and went through about three sessions of crazed self-pleasure. Sure, I could have called for someone to handle it, but...a quiet moment be nice as well. The evidence wasn't hard to get rid of.
"LAND HO! The shores of C'ula and the lands of Fiolomir!" someone yelled.
I opened my eyes and realized that I had fallen asleep. I pushed myself off my bed and walked out of my quarters. The deck was soaked with rainwater, but the sun shined down upon my ship as we all stared at the City of C'ula.
As I see, the city of C'ula truly deserves its title of the City of Merchants. Even from afar, one can see the tall building lined with precious stones, iron walls, and great metals that represents the C'ula Merchant Guild. There be numerous shops, stands, and bazaars that could make one feel disoriented. So much money comes and goes within the walls of this city that it is also called the City of Silver.
C'ula was claimed to be a city that was formed from a commoner who struck gold working in the mines of Fiolomir. Overnight, he became one of the greatest traders of wealth and built an empire of coin where one is able to find anything in C'ula if they be looking hard enough. However, it is also for that very reason that lawlessness within C'ula is nearly as high as it is in Draegnar. The only difference is that there is an armored militia that deals with the problem, albeit about as well as oil has at dousing a fire.
Anyway, the reason that C'ula boasts such a high populace is because it be right between the great empires. Ships and carriages come here and leave to other lands. Naturally, this makes the shift of coin very prevalent. It also be for that reason that many seek to control the City of Merchants. The Kingdoms of Callamum and Evir be just the recent powers that have tried.
It be here that I will sell the body of Saviara, but it's also here that I will obtain the one thing I need to not make the same mistake at Delverhold that I did last time.
Our ship reached the C'ula ports. Even as my crew released the anchor down and tied the ropes to the port stands, I can hear over a hundred merchants discussing business with clients. I bet this be such a place that Sothshore would love. Granted, now that I have this thought, I do recall handing off packages to ships for the destination of C'ula so perhaps this carries more weight than I would assume.
"Alright ya scurvy dogs, we be in the city of C'ula. Eat food, buy scrap, fuck cunts, I don't care what ya do, but if you be not back on this ship in six days then you'll be stuck here with nothing but the coin I give you now. AYE?" I asked.
"AYE CAPTAIN!" they clamored.
Ellen and I then began the tiresome process of granting members of the crew a delicately weighed allowance for these six days. I was a bit thankful that some of the crew didn't seem fit to go anywhere which allowed me to leave the ship with a few people. Unfortunately for these slackers, I asked Maeloson to stay behind for this one day just so there was someone I was familiar with watching the crew and Alteria.
I was a bit surprised that Liara chose to stay behind as well. I asked her why, but she claimed there were delicate matters which she must attend to. I didn't seek to dig deeper. However, Liara did make me laugh when she offered Burnwood to join me in whatever I was doing. Naturally, the latter protested but the witch had silenced her protests and effectively ordered her to follow any whims I had.
I don't remember the expression my face held because I had been too focused on the misery on the face of Diane.
After distributing the allowance of the crew, I then began distributing them into groups. Despite the storm, there were still a few rays of sunlight before the moon would take place. That was enough time to get at least one of my objectives done.
"Liara, before you conduct your own business, I need the body of Saviara. I'll be taking him to the bounty stores beneath the merchant guild. I'd rather not appear bodyless," I said.
The witch offered me a favorable laugh that still sent sparks of bliss through my body.
"Quite right, Eric Drakclaw. I appreciate your willingness to loan me this carcass for study. Have no worries, everything is as it has been since you gave it to me. Goron, present the body of Saviara to our dear captain here,"
"Yes madam," the big lug said as he went inside. He then returned a minute later with Saviara. I expected the corpse to fill the deck with rotten skin, puss, and crawling maggots. However, contrary to my expectation, the body was without flaw. In fact, it looked like it did all those weeks ago when I first gave it to Liara.
"If you have any more exceptional bodies for me to harvest then that would be appreciated. Enjoy the City of Merchants," she said before she closed the door to her room.
I turned my head to Diane. She glared at me but said nothing. I tasked some men with wrapping the body for later use. Bounty officials tend to be real fucking cunts about merchandise like this.
Once that was done, I picked up Saviara. The bastard was pretty damn heavy, but I figured this was as good a time as any to work my muscles. I still be a wee bastard in this body and I'd like to have what I had originally.
I was ready to leave with Diane, but Aesteal called out to me. In all her elven beauty, she appeared before me.
"Captain, might I join you? I wish to look for something at the bounty building," she said.
There come a time in every man or woman's life that their eyes reveal the depths of something dark and hateful within them. I be no exception. That be stating the obvious.
What I saw in Aesteal's eyes nearly passed me by, but I had seen in those deep elven pools the desire for some pretty unsavory things.
"Fine," I said.
So finally, I began my trek down the loading platform and into the city of C'ula. The entry fee for going into the city was a real asswipe, but I saw no need to cause trouble.
Once we entered the city, I saw people litter the streets like ants litter the ground. A flurry of conversations and deals rung through my ears as many businessmen and merchants sold their stock to potential consumers. Even now, I see a male beastman with the ears, fur, and tail of a cat selling magic stones to a curious mage. This be but one of the many sights that befell our eyes.
I did notice that some people kept turning glances to Aesteal. I suppose in hindsight there is no reason why. Elves are not usually seen this far down and, if they are, they usually be slaves. They fetch high coin no matter where they be.
"How about you, sir? Adorn your garments with these fine oils! The ladies will never want to leave you!"
"Come! Come! Come! I hold the very best jewels this side of the Fiolomir Seas! No price is too high! Come see these glorious necklaces from the Sabian desert for only 100 gold coins!"
I swear, I imagine C'ula to be merely a fancier and more upscale Draegnar comparison. There are too many merchants shouting in your ear to tell right from left. Perhaps the one thing missing from this place is Pete selling his cruddy seafood at his stall.
"Ever been to C'ula?" I asked Aesteal. She seemed surprised that I had made such idle talk but answered regardless.
"I...I haven't," she answered me rather slowly. I don't know what made me feel concern for her since I should basically give a rat's ass about what was and wasn't her business. Yet, I found myself staring at that solemn look, wishing to know more.
"You're not missing much. It's just a bunch of greedy pieces of shit looking to scam the next biggest idiot. You see it everywhere," Diane said.
"You say that like your employer ain't no greedy piece of shit either," I chuckled to myself.
"Is it true greed when the world be at your fingertips?" she questioned.
"So long as there are things which you think you can't have, there shall be greed waiting to sing in yer ear that you can...no matter how powerful you are," I returned.
Diane looked at me and so did Aesteal. I be not sure what tales they spin for themselves in their heads, but I wonder if it has to do with my performance earlier today.
Anyway, we quickly came to the merchant guild. As one might expect from a city that specializes in the production of merchant culture, the building is as grand as any king's castle. It towers over any other structure and more people walk up and down its halls than do the political figures of the emperor. The merchant guild back on Draegnar might as well be a poor man's hut when compared to the extravagance here.
Aesteal, Diane, and I walked into the building. I count my fortunes that the day was ending because there didn't seem to be too many people in the main hall. There still be quite a few, but not as much as I would assume were in the busy parts of the day.
We walked up to a counter.
"Name and destination," a woman said when she greeted us.
"Eric Drakclaw, bounty guild," I replied.
This woman looked at me with a raised eyebrow before she saw the package I was carrying. She closed her account book and exhaled.
"Aseh, take over for me. I shall return in a moment," she called to someone before she walked around the counter. She then led us down a hallway for about ten minutes. In that time, no one said a word. I did think to ask about the Evir soldiers I had seen walking around the upper floors, but I did not do so.
This woman took us down a flight of stairs which led to darker areas. Once we reached the bottom, I took note of a large wooden door filled with scratch marks. Then, she banged on the door.
"Well well, Lasha, don't get you guys down here too often. Finally missed me, eh?" A rather large and gruff man asked. His smile showed the nature of his teeth which I can only say that even earthworms hold more beauty.
The woman named Lasha turned to me.
"He will direct you further. Thank you for choosing the C'ula Merchant Guild," she said. She then turned around and walked away without another word. The man laughed as he watched her leave.
"She wants me, you know. She just doesn't know it yet. Anyway, what be the case for you three to come here?" he asked. I noticed how his eyes lingered on Aesteal longer than I would have liked before he turned towards Diane.
"Don't look at me. He's the one who wanted to come here," she said before she thumbed over to me. This man then took a look at me. There be some underlying displeasure that I could see in his eyes. Perhaps it was my age. Who was I to know?
"Just take me to the counter to cash in this bounty. This shit's heavy," I said.
Once he be through trying to measure the weight of his dick to mine, he opened the door and allowed us inside.
The inside of bounty halls are not much to talk about. I would say imagine your local tavern just with more swearing, blades, and scars. That be the type of place this is.
"Now then, I'll go conduct my business," I said as I dragged the corpse over to the counter. Meanwhile, Aesteal quickly split off from me towards the bounty board which listed the known bounties of everyone that is recognized by the guild.
I frowned when I noticed that where she went people's eyes followed. I sucked my teeth.
"Diane, go with Aesteal,"
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I said so, now move!" I hissed.
Burnwood seemed surprised at my outburst before she rolled her eyes. "Fine," she replied and walked after Aesteal. I cannot begin to answer why I exhaled a sigh of relief. Instead, I can say that it eased my worries while I placed the corpse on the table in front of the man set to handle this shit.
"I am the Holder of Records for bounties in C'ula. State your name and name of bounty," this man said.
"Eric Drakclaw, and Saviara of the Twin Mountains," I said.
The "Holder of Records" lifted his gaze to mine. His eyes appeared skeptical. I could already feel annoyance seeping into the pores of my skin. Yes, I understood why he appeared skeptical, but it was not helping my mood.
"This is a place of business, boy. If you...,"
"If I wish to play pranks, then I best be on my way to find some local assfuck to do it on. Your job be to give me the reward, not question me about my age. Now hurry up," I said.
The fucker stared at me before he exhaled and unfurled the cloth that I had used to cover the body. His eyes grew as big as a king's dinner plate when he saw the body of the raider that I had killed.
Then the man finally began writing down something in his book that I couldn't see. He searched for all the identifying markers that would undoubtedly let him know that this was no fake body. Once he was satisfied, he closed the book and nodded.
"Dojran, take this to the back!" he said.
The large man, who had previously opened the door, picked up the body and walked off into the back of another hallway. I then heard the sweet jingle of coin in the form of a large pouch.
"Bounty is perfectly conditioned. Per bounty label, the reward is labeled at 30,000 gold coins. If you wish to pursue other bounties then set your sights upon the bounty board just down the hall,"
He walked away and I took the pouch of money from the table. I saw a few unsavory looks, but they were no different from the looks I had gotten when I pocketed the coin from those unlucky bastards and bitches back in the Draegnar gambling dens.
I figured to count this amount later when there wouldn't be so many eyes upon my wealth. Well, it's not like this influx of coin would be staying in my pouch for very long. I would need to begin constructing the weapons of my...
BANG!
...crew.
The bounty hunters and I were quickly alerted to the sound of a gunshot. After that came the sounds of sailor trash talk. I had recognized the way the gun fired and realized it had to come from Diane's firearm.
I rushed down the hallway where I had heard the gunshot. What I saw made me sure that it had truly been in my best interest to send Burnwood with Aesteal.
My female elf held her bow in her hands, one of her arrows nocked and ready for release. Right next to her was Diane with two pistols aimed at the men who had surrounded them. One was already on the floor, dead. The blood oozing from his head told the story.
"In case you C'ula shitstains be deaf, then allow me to repeat myself. The elf's not for sale and neither shall she ever be. If you wish to try and make it otherwise, then I'll be happy to make you all men of the holy monastery free of lust and desire," she threatened.
"Glad to see you know how to shoot a firearm, Lassie, but such booty be more than enough to risk life and limb for. Ye might not know this, but yer elf lady over there would sell on the noble market for at least 4 million gold coins. If one were to manage their pocket, they would not need to work again! You don't look too bad yourself. I bet we could fetch a good 10,000 gold coins fer you as well!" a man with two large swords strapped to his back said.
I watched the hunters begin to close in as Diane and Aesteal stood back to back against each other. As much as I oddly wanted to see how the two would make it out of the predicament, a plan formed in my mind that was too good to ignore.
"Only 4 million?! Why so low for an elf? You lot be bounty hunters! How about you learn the worth of your damn cargo!" I said.
My voice pierced through the room as hunters turned to gaze at me. I walked through the gathered crowd. Aesteal and Diane lowered their weapons only slightly once they saw me. My steps were a loud thus as I stood in front of Aesteal.
"When determining the worth of precious cargo, you must look at everything. Nothing can be missed. Even a single miss be costing at least 50,000 gold," I replied.
I moved myself behind my female elf. I slowed lowered her bow and arrow. Before everyone, I rubbed her arms and I felt her shiver in my embrace.
"Captain...," she said. Her breath was unsure and unsteady. Yet, this did not stop me from roaming up and down her form just like I had done for many a night with her in my quarters.
"Take note, ya bastards! Take note of this hair, white as the ice crystals of the Avalim Mountains. When the sun touches it, it glows with a magnificence that be shining brighter than a hundred treasure chests," I complimented.
I ran my fingers through her long silverish white locks. Her arms lowered and her eyes grew cloudy. The cocks of men grew hard and the nips of women grew stiff.
"Look at these eyes. Gaze upon these jewels of the sea. When they blink, there be a flash of thunder and lightning through the course of the body that leaves it without stance. Then, there are these lips. Each kiss be a burst of ripened flavor more savory than the sweetest fruit. Who more than a noble could enjoy such refined tastes?" I asked.
"S-Sir, please...," Aesteal hissed, but I quickly hushed her. One could practically see the drool begin to fall from the lips of the more unsavory men. Yet, I kept them entertained.
"Marvel at this wondrous piece of elven physique. Brothel sluts bare absolutely no comparison. Nice, firm muscles, worked from long hours of training and honed elven practice. How many years? Ten, twenty, a hundred? The beauty of the natural world all culminated within this skin that feels like fine lotion,"
Aesteal shuddered and shivered as I massaged her tits over her dress. Yet I could still see those glimmers of elven warrior pride as she kept her eyes trained on the hunters who wished to take her. Not that I would let them do that anyway, but it gave me much more confidence to continue.
"Just imagine how these legs, firm and slim, would feel against your legs. Imagine them writhe as these luscious arms wrap around your neck. These lips kiss you dearly and...this voice makes you swoon. Should such a fine piece begin such a low value of 4 million?" I asked.
I think my words had the desired effect as some of the hunters quickly began talking to each other. Some priced her at 30 million while others went as high as 200 million. Now, I doubt I have ever seen an elf slave that high, but I'd like to think that I helped with that.
"And just what price would you put her at then?" someone asked. I noticed them all get closer.
"Me? Well, when I look at such a fine piece. Perhaps I do be lucky that she is mine. If she be mine then she be priceless. As such, dogs like you aren't even fit enough to sell her!" I exclaimed before I threw my hand into the air.
"Sốffà!" I yelled and suddenly the room was illuminated in a bright light that stunned the eyes of all who had been looking at us. I grabbed Aesteal and Diane and we charged out the room.
"Dammit! That fucker's escaping with the elf!"
...I tempered my sense to give a sarcastic comment.
Now, of course, I could have killed them all right then and there, but in order for me to get what I needed, I would have to remain low for the time being, and having the C'ula authorities on my ass already would not bode well. However, if that did come to pass the I would take what I needed all the same, but...a brief break from the fighting I had done would be nice.
Also, what pirate doesn't love the thrill of a chase through a city?
We ran out of the bounty shop and then ran out of the merchant guild. We quickly slipped into the crowds.
"Remind me never to go anywhere with you again, Drakclaw! The Goddesses of Fate must have made you naturally-aligned to trouble!" Diane said while I laughed.
"What is trouble but more dangerous fun?" I asked as we continued to rush through the city of C'ula.
Thankfully, the sun had set and night had come into the sky. It made our escape that much easier as we ran back to the ship. Yet, I had no doubt that those hunters would be looking for Aesteal again.
So, when it was a little darker, I had bought some more clothing for my elf that would help to hide her. I only hoped that Maeloson wouldn't encounter the same problems. Then again, my male elf's a tough bastard. I bet he'll be fine.
A few hours pass by. I remain in my quarters busy counting the number of gold coins that I had been given. Unlike the money of the crew, this was my own monkey that I had no obligation to share with anyone else. However, it be quite boring to count this on my own.
The shingle and jingle of gold coins from my pouch to the furthest corner of my desk was interrupted by a knock on the door. I pushed my chair away from my desk and rubbed my eyes by the candlelight.
"Enter," I said.
The door opened and Diane came through the door. I turned around to face her. I actually think this be the first time she has been in my quarters. She walked down the steps and came deeper into my room. While she did all of this, I noticed she seemed to be having some kind of internal debate within the confines of her mind.
Once she found victory...in whatever she was thinking, she surprised me. I watched Diane Burnwood, the woman who would shoot a noble first and ask questions never, kneel before me. Her hands clenched tightly as she did so.
"Thank you for allowing me to enter, Sir. I have been told that the situation earlier would...have been rather unfortunate for me had you not come along. Therefore, I...wish to express my gratitude to our captain for helping me out," she said through gritted teeth and clenched fists.
I put down my writing quill and leaned against the arms of my chair.
"If I recall, I am the one who told you to go guard Aesteal. Surely this...new mindset of yours hasn't made you forget that," I replied.
Her hands clenched harder. "No, Sir. However, I...feel that I...had put you...in a difficult...position. Please...reprimand me!" she hissed out like just saying these words were beyond the very nature of her voice.
I stared at her for a moment. This wonderfully stubborn marksman with a sleek face, toned body, and sharp eyes made me aroused just as much as I had been when I openly caressed Aesteal in front of so many people.
I intertwined my fingers. No doubt this was Liara's doing. Getting Diane to do something like this be like tossing a lit match in oil and not expecting it to catch on fire. Only...something of magical properties could make that impossible possible.
I continued to sit in my chair without a word for a time. I could tell that my silence was beginning to unnerve Diane because she kept wiggling her legs. No doubt this posture must have been rather painful.
"Beg me," I said suddenly.
"...What?" she asked.
"Beg me to reprimand you. Beg me to...punish you for your mistake," I told her.
Burnwood stared at me with an expression that I could not name. She opened her lips.
"Please punish me, Sir!" she answered.
A frown marred my face. I then closed my eyes and motioned for her to stand. She did so without complaint. I did get a chuckle out of seeing her wobble for a moment.
"Good. Now, take off your shirt," I said.
I have to admit that despite her displeasure, she still did what I asked. However, unlike my mother, Sothshore, or even Aesteal, there was no hesitation. She just grabbed it and threw it off her body like it was a worthless piece of tattered cloth.
Burnwood stood before me, her breasts bare. Her body is very well-portioned. Her breasts be a bit on the...smaller end than what I have seen, but there is indeed a certain charm to them that draws me to toy with them eagerly. Again, I am reminded that this be the first time I have seen Diane naked, or semi-naked if we wish to argue.
Aye, she be a mighty fine lass and I knew I was right to think of how much I desired a night with her when I was younger.
Well...younger as in...anyway, I leaned forward and continued to observe her for a time. Whether by my room being cold or a sense of arousal, her nipples stiffened. They seemed so eager to be sucked, but I held myself together.
"Aye, you're very beautiful. Just as beautiful when I met you all those weeks ago on Draegnar," I complimented.
"Save me the remarks and just get this over with," she returned. However, that be something that deserves correction.
"Oh? What's the rush? Is there something more important than your punishment? You asked for this remember?" I answered back. Her mouth twitched up, but whatever curse she was thinking of firing at me didn't show up.
"No, sir. Nothing is more important than my punishment," she replied.
With that being the case, I nodded. I then pointed towards the door.
"I didn't think so. Now, be a good lass and get Aesteal for me. I will need her as well," I stated.
Ah, there be that look of uncertainty in the eyes that I wanted. Diane's eyes shifted between me and the door at least three times before she became truly aware of what I was asking from her.
"Hmm, to think the mighty Diane Burnwood couldn't even handle such a simple task. I guess the Guardswoman of the Witch be a title anyone may lay claim to," I goaded. I think she knew that as well, but a growl rumbled from her throat and she marched for the door.
"I hate you," she replied.
"I know," I returned jovially.
A slam of my door then came next. Not even a second passed before I heard the wild hoots and hollers from the men of my crew. No doubt they were all greeted by the sight of Burnwood and her perky tits. I could just imagine the steaming flush of embarrassment that was on the face of the gunwoman. I'm sure if Liara gave her the order she would try to wring my neck at this moment.
How funny that the whistles and comments never stopped even as Burnwood opened the door and came inside with Aesteal in tow. The latter seemed very confused by what was happening, but I think it didn't take her very long to figure it all out. I dare be saying that the tint of red on her cheeks be downright adorable.
"Here. I brought the elf," she said.
"Very good. However, you didn't ask me if you could come in. Go outside and do it again," I ordered.
Diane looked like she was about to blast her own head off if she could reach her pistols.
"You can't be serious," she answered angrily.
"Continue with the attitude and it shall only be worth for you," I said, allowing her to form her own opinions of what this meant.
Diane grabbed Aesteal and walked out the door. A moment or two passed before there was a knock on the door.
"Sir, may I come in?" she asked from behind the door.
"Enter," I said.
Diane opened the door and walked in with Aesteal in tow once again. Both entered my chambers fully and I think in those moments before, Burnwood must have done some deep breaths because she looked notably calmer than before.
"Very good, Diane. Now, in response to your attitude from earlier, I want you to stand against that wall with your arms spread out," I said while I pointed to the wall next to my bed. I was a little impressed that she did this without word or complaint. Of course, the look of anger on her face didn't fade, but there she stood showing me those beautiful breasts with outstretched toned arms.
I then moved onto Aesteal.
"You might be wondering why I asked for Diane to bring you here,"
Aesteal responded with a nod of her head and dare I be saying that she bit the edge of her lip if only slightly. Hmm, it seems that during this voyage my diligent elf has found a perverted side.
"Well, strip, and I'll tell you," I said.
"...Yes, sir," Aesteal replied. She reached for her top, but I quickly stopped her.
"Slowly. Show Diane how a woman can truly entice a man with her body,"
From there, Diane and I watched Aesteal meticulously unbutton her shirt and begin to pull down her pants. My gaze was centered fully on this spectacle as was Diane's. We watched Aesteal pull the sleeves down while leisurely rubbing the cloth against her skin like it be a dry towel. I tell ye, there be something about elves that no matter what they do they ooze a natural attraction to them that defies all common sense.
She then threw that away before moving to her pants. She slowly pulled them down as well. I bore sight to her wonderful undergarments. I had Ellen and my mother handpick these things for her since her only choice of garments like those were strapped bonds.
Once she was done, she pushed those to the side and stood before me in all that elven beauty that I loved to see so much. I could feel her heated gaze on my crotch. No doubt the lump in my pants be visible, but it was of no consequence to me.
I got up from my chair and stood in front of the elven archer.
"I called you here because Diane is being punished for what you did. I'm already punishing her, but now...I'm going to push you for what you've done. Have you any idea of what that is?" I asked.
"No, sir," she responded. I did not tell her that her nipples hardened almost instantly. Her cheeks were the color of roses and her thin ears tingled with excitement.
I slowly paced around her. A circle to view every inch of her nudity, to view ever speck of a true elf's figure. She was so beautiful. Not even the highest courtesan could compare.
"Should I tell you why? Beg me to tell you. Beg me to know the reason why you're about to be punished," I breathed and kissed against her trembling ears.
Aesteal clenched her fingers and her breath grew unsteady. "Please, sir. Please tell me why I am being punished. I beg to know the reason," she said with heated gasps.
"It's because, my dear elf, you're a shameful slut," I answered.
My statement seemed to throw the elf off, but before she could even give me a complaint, I slipped around her and pressed the erection I was sporting through my pants against her ass.
"You would say you weren't one, but we both know a different tale. Only a slut would make a man this hard. Only a slut would drive a tavern full of mercenaries to madness for her body. Only a slut would moan while she's being fondled and examined in front of everyone. You be a shameful, lustful elf. I bet this be the reason why you wished to come with me. You wanted to tease those poor throbbing cocks and quivering cunts without end," I said.
I trailed my hands down the length of her arms. I nibbled on her ears as I continued to grind my cock and my pants into her twin cheeks. She reciprocated by, whether consciously or unconsciously, grinding against me.
"That's...not...," she stammered.
"Is it not? You grind against me just begging me to fall to my baser instincts and rut you like a wild dog. A ravenous bitch in heat that drowns my very ship with seas of arousal. You make every man mad. Only one of strong will and control over his lust could rein in such a slutty body," I whispered. I grabbed her hips and lined her bottom with my touch.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Diane staring at us like she had been greeted to the greatest show she had ever seen. The muscles in her throat kept moving which made me think we had just dried her out. Yet, she still kept her arms out as per my instructions.
Suddenly, I stopped. Aesteal's labored breaths greeted my ears and I sat back in my chair.
"However, I suppose we have a predicament. I'm punishing Diane because of the trouble you and your slutty body made her cause. Then, I'm punishing you for that slutty body. However, if you don't have one then what reason is there for me to punish either of you? Therefore, let's put my words to the test," I said.
I walked over to my bed and reached out from under it. From there, I pulled out my wooden box. From there, I pulled out a wooden paddle. I then sat in my chair with it.
"Here's the deal, my slutty elf. You're going to suck me off for the next fifteen minutes. If you make me cum in that time then it means you do have a wanton body after all. If you don't, then I'll stop what we're all doing right now and no one gets any more punishment," I said.
Diane seemed absolutely relieved at the thought, but just as I would expect from this elf in my crew, Aesteal was cautious. I decided not to keep her in suspense.
"However, not trying your best to give me pleasure in one of the greatest insults I think I could take. If at any point I feel like you're not giving me the greatest pleasure, then not only will I punish you but I'll do something...extra,"
"Extra?" Aesteal asked.
"Time ticks away, Aesteal. I'd suggest you start moving," I told her.
The elf's eyes widened. She looked at Diane for a moment before she walked towards me.
"May I...please serve you, sir?" she asked me.
"You may," I said. I then stood up.
Aesteal undid the belt and buttons of my pants before she pulled them down. How impressive that so many nightly blowjob sessions quickly culminated her understanding of sexual techniques and practices. I was truly beginning to adore not just Aesteal, but Maeloson as well.
My cock sprang forth from its confines. I think I be so turned on that it curved upwards against my cock as the head twitched eagerly.
"Thank you for letting me serve you, sir,"
Aesteal wasted no further time and devoured my cock until her nose hit my pelvis. My head raised to the ceiling, I fell back to my seat as I felt my lovely elf's rough, yet slippery tongue wrap and fondle my cock like the seas cradle a ship. Oh yes, she had truly gotten better since that first time that she had served me,
"Mmmm, good girl. Very goooood," I praised. I spent some idle time moving my hands through her wondrous hair as I heard the sloppy, yet enticing sounds of her bobbing head over my cock like it was a great piece of lizard meat on a stick.
"Mmmmmph! Hmmmmm! Hahhhhummmm!" Aesteal moaned as I watched my cock slip out of her mouth, sting from cold air, and then disappeared back into her warm, wet cunt used for talking. She even fondled my balls between her fingers as her tongue slurped and along the veins of my erection.
As I enjoyed these overwhelming sensations, I noticed Diane having greater trouble holding her arms up. Sweat started pouring down the side of her face and her legs began to rub together. Dare I even say I see a hazy mist of lust in her eyes. I bet if I pressed her nipples to my glass, they could cut the glass like solid diamonds they were so hard.
I went back to focusing on Aesteal and I noticed drops of pussy juice falling to my floor like rainfall. I resisted the urge to buck my hips because her mouth kept me just on the edge of mind-numbing pleasure. She seemed to, whether knowingly or unknowingly, suck my cock between a deepthroat and soothing tongue wrap. There could be no doubt that Aesteal was truly trying to give me her best even if it was a bit...too rushed.
"Two minutes left, Aesteal," I growled out playfully.
Yet, despite my warning, she didn't move faster or slower. Instead, she kept at a pace that I think worked for her. Her hands meticulously worked more saliva up and down my cock which only served to make my skin more sensitive. She tried to use all that she could to her advantage. Her nails trailed my thighs and she would only pop me out of her mouth for a second to lick the long sides of my shaft before I felt the scraping sides of her teeth.
Suddenly, I could feel my body shivering and the fluids extracting themselves from my balls and through the line of my cock. Blood pumped through my lower muscle and I could already tell that I was close to cumming down this beautiful elf's throat like I had done so many times during this voyage. Aesteal was also aware of it as well.
She bobbed her head even faster. In fact, she took me with such pleasure and speed that I think she forgot that she was supposed to not make me cum before the 10 minutes passed.
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I grabbed Aesteal's head and shoved my cock as far down her throat as I could before a beastly grunt expelled from my lips as I came rope after rope of cum through her lips and down into her stomach. I could feel her tongue still licking the underside of my shaft as my eyes drew into the back of my head.
I slowly released her head and she sucked me off just a bit more to make sure I was clean. Once she withdrew from me, I could see that not a single piece of cum was attached to my cock.
We caught our breath for a moment before I chuckled. "Hmm, well I suppose your body is not as slutty as I thought. I came after ten minutes and I don't think you weren't giving me your best. Aye, a man of my word I be. No more punishment," I said.
I don't know whether I grinned or not, but the unsatisfied look in Aesteal's eyes nearly drove me to rescind that statement. Nevertheless, I made way for the wooden box.
"Fortune favors you, Diane. You may drop your arms," I replied.
The paddle was back in the box. All I had to do was close it and slide it back under my bed, but before I could do that, Aesteal stopped me.
"Sir, please...punish me anyway. I...I deserve it," she said.
I raised an eyebrow. I then walked over to my kneeling elf.
"Oh? And who be you to tell me what you do and don't deserve? If you desire punishment so much then go find someone else. A pirate stays true to his own word. To force him to break that be an insult. Why should I go back on my word?" I asked.
Aesteal seemed lost for words. Her eyes stared at me, at the floor, at Diane, and at almost every other corner of my room.
"What...what must I do, sir? What would you like me to do to show you that...I deserve to be punished?" she asked.
I pulled the paddle out of the box again. I then walked over to my chair and sat back in it. Never in my days did I think I would hear an elf beg to be shamed and humiliated. Her voice ached with need and her eyes stared at the paddle like a sacred treasure. Perhaps I had seemingly uncovered just a portion of the Aesteal that no one else knew about.
"Then beg. Beg like the bad, slutty, perverted elf that you be. Show me that studious side that bends no resolve. Show me the very nature of the lass known as Aesteal," I told her.
I heard Diane's breath from across the room. No doubt her chest was tight and her huffs were labored.
I turned back to Aesteal and I watched her crawl on all-fours towards me. Embarrassment and shame be her clothing, but lust be her expression. She could not be used to such treatment. The world of sexual wonders that her culture had so effectively deprived her was slowly being broken by my words. No doubt she must have been experiencing some kind of sexual revelation that was flooding the reason and logic out of her natural elven mind.
"Sir, please...punish me. Please punish your slutty, perverted elf. Please...discipline my body. Please make me feel the pain that I could only feel by your hand. I desire no man but you to strike me," she claimed.
I be telling ye that there is nothing more erotic than a woman begging for a man to please her in a specific way. Of course, this be not so normal, but that was not the desire of those who live upon this ship.
"You wish me to break my promise of no more punishment? You be that greedy, that shameless, that you would make your captain a liar?" I asked her. She panted and crawled to my chest. Her hair tickled the side of my face as she kissed my cheek.
"Please, Sir. Punish me like you punished Ellen Sothshore," she whispered like dewed honey in my ears. She then surprised me when she began to nibble on my earlobe just as I had done to her.
"...I heard men enjoy this type of...stimulation from a woman. Is...this right?" she asked.
SEAS!
I don't remember what happened for the next minute or so. I just remember that I was on my bed with Aesteal's arms and legs bound with rope. She laid across my lap with no hope of escape. Diane still stood at the other wall like a statue watching us like a patreon of an amphitheater. I could see Diane's arms struggling to not reach for her pants-covered cunt.
Meanwhile, I felt Aesteal's hardened nipples against the front of my thighs. I could feel her heart thumping violently as she panted excitedly. Her pure, smooth ass laid in front of me. My throat was dry and my palms were unusually sweaty.
"I be not surprised if your father was charmed by a siren. Just listen to you singing sweet, temptatious things into my ear. Very well, I'll give you what you wish for. I'll punish this ass of yours that you'll never experience the joy of sitting down again. However, this is your punishment. You best be good at counting. I'll be hitting you twice as hard for ones you mess up. We be clear?"
"Aye...aye, sir!" she panted.
"Good girl. Now, start counting cause I bet elven sluts like you just love to scream," I said. I took a moment to caress her silky bottom before I raised the wooden paddle in the air. Then, I swung it down.
SMACK!
"UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Aesteal moaned as she threw her head back. Her ass jiggled wonderfully from the resounding sound of my paddle. Her body shivered like a thousand streaks of lightning had passed through her body. Violent spasms from her bound arms and legs came forth as her hair sprawled over my legs.
"I don't hear counting," I said.
"O...O...O...ne," she breathed out. Her labored huffs touched the skin on my knees which gave me a new erection. My cock tried to eagerly fit into the small hole of her belly button, but I had to apologize to the poor beast. Not even I could fuck that.
I raised my arm into the air again. I then brought it down just as hard as the last.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Aesteal roared beautifully.
"T...Two," she said.
SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"T...T...Three,"
CRACK!
"AUUUUUUUUUGHGHGGH!"
"F...F...F...Four,"
SLAM!
SMACK!
BAM!
SNAP!
Moan after moan, swing after swing, pant after pant, Aesteal and I lost ourselves in a series of blissful pain and pleasure that must have sounded like a cornucopia of royal music.
"Aaaaahh...oooooooooh...ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Bui I Ambar Nimloth! Oooooooooooh Fāengahar! Sỡtakruvlum! Gavalia! Noshathria!" Aesteal screamed within her elven tongue which I found fairly exotic and erotic at the same time.
I would have to brush up on my elven speak, but I think she said something about the World Tree, or whatever the elves call it. She also spoke of the four spirits which controlled the elements. Water, Fire, Wind, and Earth, respectively.
"Aye, scream louder, you elven slut! Scream to the heavens. Let your voice reach the very edges of the divine realms of time. You...,"
SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
"...from a prestige race known for its discipline...,"
SLAP!
"...its beauty...,"
SNAP!
"...and its majestic connection to the world beyond writhe beneath a mere pirate! Just look at you stain my pants with a neverending waterfall of pussy juice. Every smack...,"
SMACK!
"U-UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Oh god, Sir! T-T-Twenty,"
"Makes you squirm beneath me. How would you elven brothers and sisters feel seeing a dignified elf beg to be punished and spanked like a lowly tavern wench? This is meant to be your punishment. Yet here you moan and groan like you dare enjoy this. Do you like it? Do you like being a slutty elf just waiting to get spanked on the ass with a wooden paddle? Tell me!"
I swung the paddle. Granted I didn't do this with all my strength since I'd rather not physically torture Aesteal. From the sound of her sobs, her moans, and her elastic body, I knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. I would also like to think that she knew her body would be safe with me.
"Y-Yes, sir! I like it! It hurts, but it feels so...so good. I can feel the spirits of fire striking my body over and over again! It feels...wonderful, Sir! Th...Th...Th...THIRTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" she exclaimed as her pussy convulsed and a blast of orgasmic juice flew through the air and over the sheets of my bed and my lap.
With my hand and the paddle raised in the air, I stopped. I then surveyed my work. Aesteal was completely exhausted. Her hair sprawled out over my lap and the sweat from her upper body drenched one side of my bed while her succulent fluids stained the other side. A brief spasm here or there told me that I had given her quite the painful, yet exciting thrill that she had been hoping for.
Choked, yet rough sobs expelled from her lips, and tears fell from her eyes, but there was no mistaking the heavy labored breaths of a satisfied woman beneath my hands. Her ass looked about as red as any rose I had ever seen. I wished to do more, but...I don't the poor lass could handle it.
"Should there not be some words for my generosity?" I asked.
I heard Aesteal wiggle and moan as she did so. She then turned back to me and I swear that I shall never forget the look of unbridled lust smeared across her face. Her eyes were glazed. Her cheeks were wet from the flowing waters that dripped from her eyes. I think between her pants, I saw the smallest smile.
"T-Thank you, S-Sir. Thank you for punishing me," she replied breathlessly. I then surprised her, and myself, by kissing her on the cheek. She stared at me, but I be a wee bit embarrassed to say that I couldn't hold my gaze with her. Instead, I pulled her tired body into my bed and covered the sheets. I don't think it was long before she fell asleep.
After that, I deal with...our audience member. When I faced Burnwood, I noticed that she was on the floor, wide-eyed, and very aroused. The drenched stain on her pants was obvious as her body trembled with a doe-eyed face. She was breathing excessively and her nipples looked positively suckable.
I held the sleek, soaked paddle in front of her. "You know, good girls get to lick the spoon when its finished. You be dismissed. Be sure to tell Liara what you've seen. No doubt she be interested," I said. I then guided Diane to my door and let her leave though I think she had some trouble walking.
As she left, I closed the door and entered my chambers once again. There, I took a look at the sleeping elf in my bed. She seemed very calm, yet I know that her entire body will hate what I put it through later. I even dare say that it hates me now, Nevertheless, there is a sense of...wholeness I found when I looked at her. It could only be akin to me looking at the sea itself.
As I sat at my desk, I mumbled to myself. I clenched and unclenched my fingers before I pulled out one of my drawers. I took a piece of paper and pulled out the book which listed all the crafting materials of the known world. Of course, I know there be quite a few...rare or mythic materials not in this book, but...it be enough for now.
I placed the book next to Aesteal along with the note before I went back to my work. As I continued writing, I noticed the paddle still wrought with my lovely elf's warm fluids. I picked up the paddle and licked it clean.
"Mmm, a mighty fine taste it be," I said to myself before I continued to work into the night.