I would like to think that getting woken up by a blowjob be one of the best ways any man can ever experience the day. The feelings of drowsiness coupled with the warm, stimulating movements of a wet mouth give off a better feeling than almost anyone can ever realize. All the sensations of warming up and sexual arousal were blasting through my body like hot fire through a bunch of coal.
Though still drowsy from my slumber, my ears picked up on the slobbering, yet enthusiastic gasps of a woman as this mysterious figure sought to continue to toy with my cock. I thought to simply ignore whoever it was and just enjoy the feeling of mystery, but that didn't last long. From the way this woman awkwardly moved her hands over my length, I could tell that it was Aesteal. Ellen and my mother already held great experience in pleasing me with their warm mouths. My little elf could not hold a candle to them...yet.
However, a man such I bear no thought to turn down an eager woman who sought to lather my hardened stick with mouth juice. I merely enjoyed her attempts to pleasure as I would any other lass I had taken to my bed.
"Mmmm...oooooooh...you certainly learn quickly. One would think an elf such as you had not known the joys of self-pleasure but a few weeks ago. Do all female elves suck their males cock like this?," I asked rather groggily. I think it was because of this that my head had not caught up with my mouth...and my cock.
Cold air touched my shaft as did the smooth embrace of my bedsheets.
"I wouldn't know, Sir. I was taught to abstain from worldly thoughts such as these to better serve my kingdom," she replied before she went back to what she was doing.
I wanted to think on that comment, but the sleep still inside me didn't allow it. Instead, my head on my pillow, I continued to moan into the open space of my quarters as I felt Aesteal familiarize herself with all the lessons we had worked on during our voyage.
To help remove the stiffness in my arms, I slide them down until my fingers touched the corner of my beautiful elf's hair. I could feel her body up and down furiously. Her skin was warm and I imagine her face was flushed. Nevertheless, the powerful suction and rotation of her lips and tongue made me clench my teeth.
"Hmmmm...good girl. That feels so good," I told her.
She showed me her appreciation of my praise by working just a bit faster. For the sake of my sleepiness, and her more than likely sore body from yesterday, I decided to be lenient when I felt the gentle scrape of one or two teeth. It be a mighty fine feeling, but...I doubt she knows how to properly use them like that just yet.
About ten minutes passed as Aesteal continued to give me a great morning blowjob. I would like to think that her clumsiness and unorthodox movements were stimulating in their own way. They certainly had me grunting like a mad beast. The urge to grab a hold of Aesteal's head and shove my cock down her throat was a highly tempting action. I don't know how, and or why, I managed to withhold myself. I would like to think it be because Aesteal tried hard to serve me on her own. I silently laughed at my elf's attempts to deepthroat me. I allowed her to continue her private lessons.
While Aesteal continued to find the limits of her gagging throat, I heard a knock at my door. It must have frightened Aesteal because she stopped her wonderful movements.
I voiced my displeasure.
"You stopped," I said. I watched the covers twist and turn like a great serpent.
"Someone is at the door," she replied.
I leaned forward. I then took a fistful of the covers in my hand. "Aye, there be someone at the door. You think that someone be more important than me? What have you to be afraid of? The covers hide you well. If you don't continue, I could always make you finish with them off," I replied.
The sheets were motionless for a moment. I then closed my eyes and groaned in ecstasy when Aesteal resumed her pleasuring of my cock.
"Enter," I called.
The door opened and in came Ellen with my plate of breakfast. It didn't take her long to realize that I wasn't alone. Instead of the snarky remark that I would have loved to hear, she just placed the tray on my table.
She then began to turn around and head for the door, but I stopped her.
"Aye, to leave a captain without the morning greeting be mighty disrespectful. Come back here," I said.
Sothshore, in all her fine beauty, turned back to me and marched angrily towards me. I'd say she walked on the wood a bit harder than a normal step, but not so hard it could be considered a stomp.
"What do you want?" she asked.
I looked at her.
"Sir," she finished.
I smiled and inhaled deeply when I felt Aesteal playfully clutch and fondle my swollen sacs filled with cum just waiting to be poured out. My body shivered and Ellen quickly took notice.
"So, what slut be gagging on your cock so early in the morning this time?" she asked. I think I let out something between a laugh and a moan. Either way, my arousal quickly took over me as I grabbed the back of Aesteal's head and slowly directed her movements to my liking.
"A mighty fine slut. The best piece of breakfast I could ever partake in," I replied. Perhaps grunted would be the best word since my eyes were rolled into the back of my head while my teeth clenched against each other.
A breath to steady myself, I turned back to Ellen.
"Go...ugggggggh...into C'ula later today. Find out as much as you can...ooooooh...about the Auction Hall. More specifically, mmmmmmph about auctions that will be happening this week," I managed to get ou through the moans Aesteal was causing for me.
Since my eyes were shut tight, I had no way of knowing what Ellen's expression be, but I could fathom an idea.
"This is the City of Merchants. There are probably hundreds of auctions running through here from dawn till dusk. You want to know about them all?" she asked.
It was probably because of Aesteal's massaging throat and swirling tongue that my brain didn't catch up with my mouth. "Yes. SEAS YES!" I suddenly grabbed as I grabbed Aesteal's head and thrust my hip against her face. I could feel my cock twitching and squirming. My balls smacked against her chin before I roared, releasing my thick ropes of cum down my slutty elf's throat.
My legs shivered and my breath was rough. I fell down to my mattress, sweat pouring down the side of my brow.
Once I took a moment to allow blood to travel back into my brain from my cock, I leaned up. "Search for the auctions with entry fees of 1000 gold. That be where the real fun is," I finished while I poured a cup of water from the pitcher next to my window sill.
"...Aye, sir," she replied. This beautiful woman of blond hair then began to walk away, but I didn't let her go so easily. I took her arm into my hand and pulled her towards me. She grunted painfully before I crushed her lips with my own.
She struggled for only a moment before she decided to relish the kiss as I had. When I say relish, I should probably mean more of...put up with. However, unless seas betray me, I be sure that I felt a curl of a foreign tongue against my own.
We parted.
"Good slut. Now, take who you wish. Choice of crew members be yours," I informed her.
"Aye, the gods bless me sooooo well," she drawled before she turned around again and offered me the lovely sight of her swaying ass as she opened and closed my door behind her.
I smiled before I pulled off the covers and examined Aesteal. Her hair was just as disheveled as it had been yesterday. A small drop of my cum laid at the corner of her mouth before she licked that away as well. My hand fell over the side of her cheek longer than I had intended, but I found myself speaking regardless.
"Much better from the last few times," I said.
"I don't think I've had much of a choice, Sir," she returned to me.
I smirked.
"Ah, but ye do have yer own choice, Lassie! It might not be the right one, or even the best one, but there always be the choice to make. Now, before you leave, partake of this meal with me. Nothing be a soother of the soul more than the sun, the sheets, and the bread," I answered.
I think Aesteal was surprised that I sought her attention for more than just mere physical pleasures, but that indeed be the case. I do quite enjoy breakfast in bed, especially with fair company to enjoy it with.
"Is that an order?" she asked.
"Am I going to need to make it one?" I returned.
It was then that I heard it. I heard the rather delicate sound of a gentle chuckle that came from this fierce elven warrior's lips. Her cool eyes stared into mine while her head rested on my stomach.
"I suppose not, Sir," she said. She then grabbed the sheets and pulled them around her body. She walked over to my desk, the soles of her feet hitting the wood as she did so. She then picked up the tray filled with fruit, cheese, bread, fish meat, and seasoned potatoes.
Aesteal returned to my bed and we laid there for about half an hour. Seas, I loved that shameful look on her face when I tried to feed her. Her elven pride tried to admonish me that she could feed herself, but a swift smack to the ass reminded her of just who she was talking to. She became much more obedient after that.
I then found myself doing something I did not think I would do with the elves while on this voyage. I spoke with Aesteal of some personal matters. We traded stories of our lives, but where I skipped parts about my death and rebirth, she skipped parts of how they came into this situation. I doubt there be much care about it between us as we ate.
She spoke of her home. She spoke of the wild forests which laid to the north of Fgg'rial. She told me of her days hunting the wild elk, her cold nights in the trees patrolling the forest, and her battles against death at the hands of warriors from many tribes.
I think the talk soothed her because her eyes seemed to glow with fondness. Her body was not as tense as it usually was when she was around me. She was just a beautiful elf in my bed.
Once we had our fill, we both got dressed. I handed the book of materials to her. I then instructed her to look it over with Maeloson. She quickly agreed before she walked to the door.
"Thank you for the company, Sir," she replied before she left.
I don't know where my thoughts laid when she left me, but I know that I spent a few moments going over my notes and maps. While I worked, I kept glancing at my bed, a stupid, silly, childish fire warming my chest as I did so.
Once I had gone over what I needed, I stepped out of my quarters. I was greeted with the sight of the familiar line of bastards waiting their turns for their baths on one side of the ship. On the other, I noticed my mother and Maeloson talking with each other regarding the book that I had given Aesteal. No doubt she had given it to them before going off to do...whatever she desired.
It was at this time that I had the thought to make Aesteal wear some form of cloak or disguise. After yesterday, I already know the bounty hunters shall have the eyes of eagles for someone like her. No doubt Burnwood and I be upon their list as well.
"Mother, Maeloson," I called. Both paused their conversation to greet me.
"Where is Aesteal? I did not remind her about...,"
"It's alright, Eric. She told us about yesterday. She knows not to be seen when she goes out," my mother said, cutting me off. Given that it was so early in the day, I didn't mind that cut off so much.
Nevertheless, I would have expected no less from a warrior woman of a tribe known for its stealth.
"Good. Maeloson, you're gonna be wearing one too. You're coming with me. You as well, mother," I stated.
"What for?" Maeloson asked.
I stared out into the City of Merchants. Somewhere, within those walls, my target laid. The first piece of my vengeance.
"We be going to see a man about a coin and a trout," I told them. How I loved the utter look of confusion on their faces from my words, but I left them with that and went about below the ship to find Alteria. She would be coming with us as well. No, I did not need to take her however I find there to be something unsettling about her only being on the ship.
Naturally, I received a few protests from Lady Knight, but I had her out and ready to join me by the time the sun reached its zenith. Her glare and visible signs of irritation weren't appreciated, but I let them go. Knights always tend to have some sort of attitude no matter what empire you venture to.
As we stepped off the ship, I thought to wear a disguise as well, but there needn't be a case. I already knew no one in the city was any real threat to me. However, the same could not be said of the rest of my crew.
Swiftly, my mother, Lady Knight, Maeloson, and I entered the city. Given that it was in the middle of the day, I quickly came to notice that C'ula truly earned its name because there was easily double the amount of people than when we had pulled into shore around the evening last night.
I also see why C'ula can boast so much thievery like Draegnar. There be so many people that those with a mastered art of pickpocketing can flourish easily. Of course, I don't think I need to warn the three in my company of this. They each keep their wealth as close to them as possible. Of course, I can't say the same for those around us since I decided to practice my art of thievery for a moment.
"Do you always take without remorse?" Alteria asked as I pocketed the ten or so bags of coin that had been unwillingly donated into my palms.
"Protect what is yours even should your life be threatened, if not then you have no claim to it. Besides, they waste their funds on worthless trinkets and magic stones that serve no true purpose. Such funds will be better suited to my cause. Should you think about it, I'm actually giving them a valuable lesson. Did your knights not rough you up when you went to your little knighting school?" I questioned.
"Hæňgaram knights are trained in honor, valor, and justice. We are trained in the sword to protect the Empire from all threats. We are taught to forsake such selfish desires like you pirates," she replied.
I smirked. "And yet, you made a deal with a pirate to aid you in the growing state of unease within your little empire of honor and justice. Better to have my own selfish desires than fulfill the same of someone else. Sorry lass, not all of us, can throw our lives away fighting someone else's war without reward," I stated.
Lady Knight must have been upset because she did not speak to me any longer. Same went for my mother and Maeloson, but neither had much to say regardless.
After some time, and many failed picks on our pockets had passed, our group arrived in front of a C'ula tavern. More specifically, this was one of the main taverns Boreli frequented.
"I assume we're not here just to fill up on enough booze to make the crew drunker than a Draegnar bastard on an island celebration," my mother said.
"I could not tell the difference,"
My mother and I turned to in shock Maeloson who had just traded rather cheeky banter with her.
As I had come to learn on this voyage, Maeloson was not much the bantering type. Quite true, I spoke with him on many an occasion, but where the crew rejoiced in shanties and music, he was usually off on his own. He only interacted with the crew if it was an order from me.
In fact, now that I be aware of it, the only person he speaks much to is Aesteal. Of course, I assume he's begun easing up now that I have placed men from Hilvir under his rule. However, out of the corner of my eye, I watch him carefully. There be many things that he does not tell me. I doubt he ever will either.
However, I see the look of longing in his eyes. I do not know what for though.
Anyway, I remove the thoughts from my head. What he thinks about isn't my business so long as he gets the work I care about done.
"What?" Maeloson asked.
In the typical fashion of my mother, she slogged him in the arm enough to make him rub it painfully.
"Aye, so the male elf does have a mouth after all. You've been so quiet many a day that most wondered if you even had a tongue. You ought to talk more," she claimed.
Maeloson rubbed his arm, but he said nothing else. His eyes only kept that stern, uncaring stare that reminds me of my own when I seek to distance myself from the world. Even I can't count the number of times I've made storms and rose winds from the nightmares in my own dreams. I would stare out into my window aimlessly, left alone to the dark corners of my mind.
...Fuck, I think I'm turning into one of those senile old bastards. The thought isn't very comforting.
I opened the tavern door and allow all four of us inside.
Unlike Sothshore's tavern, this one is obviously of low quality. I saw a drunk man leaning against the wall, bottle in hand, and dreams in head. At least in Ellen's taverns, the drunk men were outside with all the things previously listed.
I also saw shoddy tables and worn out stools. Each seat was filled with a hairy ass as men and women munched on whatever slop be on their plate. The smell of old ale, smoke, and fire filled the room.
"HAHAAHAHAHAHA! GO, Broder, I ain't got the coin to pay off yer debt if ya lose!"
"Hahaha, please, I always pay off me own debts to the owner. You be the one who dragged me into this!"
I turned my eyes to see a crowd of men hollering as two sit upon a table and arm wrestle like they be trying to snap the other person's arm in two. Aye, it be a nice game to pass the time.
Anyway, we maneuvered through the drunken waste and made it to the barkeeper, or the person I assumed to be the barkeeper.
"And that's when I said 'Oi laddie, I ain't got the right stuff for me, but I definitely got the right stuff for you! Hahahaahahahahaha! Next thing I know, he's blowing me cock until piss flies through his nose," some drunk idiot spoke as he twirled his bottle high in the air.
"For the last time Trivan, the hole in the wall near your house doesn't count as a lad or a lass. Then again, I'm not surprised. You'd fuck anything with a socket, bitch or otherwise," another one said. I watched this one polish dirty glasses and wooden mugs with a dry rag.
This man was rather large in the stomach area. Sweat poured from his forehead and into his grey shirt. His arms were rather hairy and he wore the striking mustache of some wild animal that I couldn't name at the moment. Either way, he was my current target.
His eyes locked onto mine as my group distinguished ourselves from the rest.
"Welcome to the Drunken Lizard, finest ale this side of C'ula. Name's Daivan. What be yer poison?" He asked. His breath smelled of dry saltwater and ashes of smoke.
The drunk man who had been sitting next to where I was standing suddenly started laughing.
"Yo laddie, I recommend *hic* the Captain's Treasure! Shit'll have you *hic* cocked up for a whole *hic* month! Hahahaahah, get it? Cocked up? It's an up cock!" he exclaimed. His chair rattled back and forth as he swung himself. He even accidentally bumped into Alteria. She was none too pleased by it.
"Please conduct your business quickly, Eric Drakclaw. The limits of my patience are not as long as the Tjuofiam Sands," she said.
The barkeeper exhaled. "Forgive him, lassie. He ain't gonna harm you aside from attacking you with his breath. I put up with the fucker cause no one else will. Hard for a guy like that who's head isn't all there. Anyway, what can I do ye fer?" this man asked.
I leaned against the counter.
"Tell me where Boreli Astell is," I said.
I think my words must have been infused with the powers of magic and mana because I think everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at us like we had just said something we shouldn't have.
I think the silence was getting to Maeloson because his fingers began moving to his bow that rested on his back. Just to show him that I was also taking the situation as seriously as he thought I should have, I also reached for one of my pistols.
This proved to be unnecessary because the whole bar suddenly exploded in boisterous laughter.
"Hahaahahahaha! Pay up Callamum, this one makes 10! I told you Boreli would get himself into even more debt! The kid would make a great merchant if he could back up about half the shit that comes out of his mouth!" someone cackled as they held out their hand. The person I assume to be Callamum grumbled as he dropped a small pouch of jingling coins into the hand of the one who spoke.
"Damn good for nothing bastard sure makes me lose money like any other merchant. He knows how to run up a tab like no one else I know that much," this...Callamum growled out before he walked out of the bar.
Meanwhile, I turned my attention back to the barkeep. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled.
"Sigh, a good guy that one is, but he's about as responsible as a poor bastard is with money. I told him that this was the last time I would cover for him, but no longer. That one needs to find his own way and I have paid the debt to his father as much as I can. Just...go easy on him. He's never lacked for ambition, I'll give him that. He can usually be found around the west side of the city," the man said.
I frowned but there were no words to escape my mouth. Instead, I ushered my mother, Maeloson, and Alteria out of the tavern. I looked to the right and then to the left. Then, I turned towards the east side of the city.
"Eric, he said...,"
"I know what he said, mother," I replied, cutting her off before she could finish her sentence. Yes, I knew where I was going. The thought of it only made me angrier.
"Then why are you...,"
"He lied. He had actually given it away the last time he spoke. He said this was the last time he would cover for his friend. In other words, anything he said would be a lie from that point on. He said West, so the captain goes to the East," Maeloson said.
It was as Maeloson had said. I had been debating whether or not to kill the fucker for lying to me, but I figured that it was more trouble than I cared for at the moment. As it stood, in order to properly gather my revenge, I would need Boreli. I would need my Boreli. I would need the Boreli I had sailed with for so many years.
What joy would there be in shanking a traitorous, conniving, thieving, sea slug that didn't even remember you? Where be my pride as a ruler of the great seas if I gave Boreli such an easy death?
My mind took me to places that I wished it would not. I could see Astell's face as I sank further and further into the cold abyss of death. I remember watching him partake of My Beloved's lips like a hungry predator for a free meal. I remember seeing his cock sliding up and down her leg like a horny dog, all while he mocked me along with the rest of them.
"Eric?" my mother called which jolted me from my thoughts.
She placed a hand on my shoulder, and that was when I heard the familiar sound of the angry skies. I looked up and noticed a storm begin to gather. The sky grew grey and I found myself with my head in my hands.
"Let's just find the bastard before the storm falls tonight," I ordered.
"Aye aye, Captain," My mother and Maeloson said. I'm not sure if I heard Alteria or not, but there be a heavy doubt that I did.
As we entered the eastern part of C'ula, I began to take notice that unlike the port entrance of the city, the eastern side quickly seemed to delve more into weaponry, carpentry, and more products that would make for either a great home or a great warrior.
People still flooded the streets like insects on a hot day, but this part of the city was much easier to navigate. No one paid Maeloson a mind and I saw no hint of the bounty hunters from before. I be sure they lay somewhere, but they have not interfered with me yet. They would also stay alive if they continued that way.
I believed we had been on this little search mission for over an hour at this point. I find it laughable that my mother looked at so many things when she thought I wasn't looking at her.
"Eric, who be Boreli Astell? Is he why you came to this City of Merchants?" my mother asked me.
Ah, I am now remembering that I had not told my crew of my past life and the plans I continued to craft for my former crew. Well, the former crew that...wasn't my crew yet. You best know what I mean!
"He's one of them. As for who he is then you could say he be The Poor Man With Hands of Gold. The bastard loves coin and treasure so much that I wonder if his belly be solid gold since he tries to breathe the stuff whenever he can. Some would even think him to be a Draegnarian born in the wrong part of the sea," I replied.
"And what do you need him for?" Maeloson asked.
I don't really remember the expression on my face at the time, but I must have shaken my mother, Maeloson, and Alteria when I spoke.
"...a coin...and a trout," I answered.
We all fell into silence after that. Luckily for Boreli, I had no way of tracking him as I had nothing familiar to him to trace. So this took some of my time, but I know the bastard well. I say again, but I considered the man like my own brother. I knew him well, almost too well. I also knew the only place he would go in this city to get money quickly. I only hoped my fortune made it so that it was in the same place.
As it turned out, my fortune was still rather good as I spotted a C'ula gambling den. I noticed a shiv dangling in the middle of the air thanks to a red rope. This told me that I had found the right place.
It was nothing grand. The building was about four stories high. The smell of drugs and smoke permeates the air and stings the nose so badly that even I can't hold it in. I imagine it is much worse for Maeloson.
It's also not good for my mother since she be in her final stages of recovery. I'd rather that not regress now, but the products I had received from Liara were only the highest grade. I would need to put my faith in them.
"Let's get this over with," I said.
I stepped forward and opened the door.
"HA! HAR! The Goddess Tyche be upon me this day! 500 scrads all for me! I be the King of the Drunken Cards!" I heard someone yell while others grumbled and women swooned.
I watched men and women gamble their very futures away at tables filled with all manner of drink, coin, and cards. Others led their partners away to the upper floors for a day and night of duo singing.
In any case, I began looking through the crowds. I spotted neither hide nor hair of Boreli. I had known this to be one of his favorite dens to visit. Then again, if I know that piece of shit as well as I think I do, then...
I ignored the dens full of men and made my way towards the very back of the building. The lights grew dimmer and so did the smoke. I was tempted to send my mother and Maeloson back since the elf crashed into her at least once during our walk.
Luckily, there came a separate door guided by two large men. They asked no questions and gave us no acknowledgment. They just opened the door and allowed us to pass through.
Once we were inside, it did not take me long to find Boreli. It was obvious that this room catered to the more dangerous, and desperate individuals. I saw cowering men in tears as they where forced to place guns to their heads and pray for the click of an empty chamber in the hopes of winning a bet to pay off whatever debts they have accumulated.
I see a woman tied to a spinning wheel as other patrons make sport of her with blades and daggers. Her eyes are blindfolded and her mouth is gagged. The occasional thud of blade sinking into wood drums into my ears.
"Despicable," I heard Alteria mutter to herself. I don't reply. I am sure Maeloson would like to say something about all of this, but whether by his hesitance or the smoke in his lungs, he did not speak.
I had no fear of what my mother might thing. She was a former pirate. No doubt she has seen and done worse in her lifetime. I know I had. Whether the people I did it to deserved it or not was up for thought, but they were in my way and that was enough for me.
Anyway, I noticed Boreli. I could never mistake that black head of hair, forehead wound, and face that only a liar can wield. He was strapped to a chair, one hand forcefully stuck to a table while the other laid chained to its legs.
"Heh...heh...heh, come on guys! I've won about a million gold coins by now. Surely that's enough to rid me of my debt! I need these hands to work!" Astell exclaimed, nervously laughing as he did so.
THUD!
Just like with the wheel and daggers from before, I heard a sharp knife stab into Boreli's table...right between his thumb and forefinger. The knife was then drawn up and stabbed between his forefinger and middle finger. It then began its travel back and forth as fast as it could just waiting to sink into his skin.
There isn't much I have to fear from this since, when I had met him, Boreli had all of his fingers at the time he robbed me. So I assume he paid off whatever debt he had accrued to his debtors. Of course, I can't lie. Watching him squirm did place a smile upon me face.
"When we get close enough, Maeloson, cut him free. Lady Knight, prepare your blade just in case. Mother, grab your pistol, we're gonna blast out these lights," I told her.
The three agreed though I did chuckle when I saw Lady Knight glare at me for her name.
I cleared my throat.
"And look at what we have here, a rat trying to keep from being cut cheese. Should I join the line of how much you coin you owe, Boreli?" I asked which made the table give pause to look at me. Even Astell turned around to view me and nothing angered me more than that stupid, bewildered look on his face. How I kept that anger beneath me surprised even me.
Before Boreli could even question who I was, his patrons already started laughing. "GEHAHAHAHA! Another one, Astell? You rack up more men than a brothel's prostitute! Looks like it'll be another fifty rounds before ye leave this room!" someone else said.
Boreli laughed, but I could feel the unease seeping into his voice. He turned to look me over and then his eyes, of course, had to linger on the females I had come with.
"Well, I suppose a man such as I am always bound to have debt, but I wouldn't mind being in debt to two beautiful jewels of the sea," he said.
As much as I didn't appreciate the comment, I don't think my mother was any better. She took her gun from her holster and stabbed the barrel of it against Astell's skin.
"Keep the chattering and the only jewels of the sea ye shall be viewing be your own," she growled, her hand on the trigger for emphasis. Unfortunately for my mother, I know how Boreli can handle shit like threats.
"Only if you promise to do it, fair lady," he replied.
It be about this time that I am reminded of just how much I love and adore me own mother. She grabbed the back of Astell's head and slammed it against the table...twice. The second came harder than the first. Her actions caused an eruption of laughter among Boreli's patrons and me.
Once she released him, I spoke. "Seas, I never thought I'd love to see you fuck someone up so much," I whispered to her. She then kissed my cheek which surprised me a bit since my mother was not known for outward, or inward, displays of affection until recently.
"Then I'll fuck up more people for you, Eric," she answered.
As much as the thought ran through me to see her do that, it could not be now.
Instead, I focused on the laughter of the men around Boreli as he painfully clutched his bleeding nose.
"Yahahahaahar, good on ya, Lass. Apologies, but ye will be waitin' for a good little while. This man's got a lost list of debts to be paid and we only be in the middle of paying mine off," someone said.
My lips curved upwards.
"Aye, but...I ain't got that kind of time," I replied.
Before anyone could figure out what I meant, my mother and I pointed our pistols at the dimly lit ceiling lights. Then, we fired!
The lights went out and chaos erupted through the room. People began crashing into one another as screams of pain from whatever game some had been playing rushed through my ears.
Scanning my mind through Liara's memories for a spell that would help me, it was not long before I spoke the tongue that she would have if she were here.
"Faeg Ghaf Hai Lmir," I uttered.
A wave of magic covered my eyes and the darkness became clear to me. I watched people tumbled over one another like an avalanche of colliding flesh, furniture, and blood from sharp objects. I then casted the spell for my three companions.
While Maeloson began freeing Boreli, my mother, Alteria, and I began brawling with anyone who dared come within our immediate vicinity. Aye, it reminds of the many barfights I had been in during my previous voyages. The rush of adrenaline through my body, the force of my fist against someone's face, and the harsh thumps of my chest drove me wild.
Have I also mentioned that the sight of my mother nailing a bastard in his crown jewels got me harder than a steel blade? I believe that be worth a valuable mention.
Anyway, whether by the time my mother threw someone over her arm and into the crowd of raving men and women or by the time Alteria struck a man beneath his chin, Maeloson had freed Boreli. I grabbed the pain in the ass and held him over my shoulders and neck. The fucker was not exactly light either.
We charged for the door and Maeloson kicked it open before he tossed out two smoke pellets. The smoke stung like hot onions and stunk like rotten eggs. The guards covered their eyes and the noses while we charged through.
"Mother, fire into the crowd. They're gonna mask our escape," I ordered.
"Aye Aye, Captain!" She said, and for the first time, I thought I saw that smile on her face that all pirates wear when the thrill of adventure and the glamour of glory strikes like lightning upon their faces. Her eyes glow like hot fire, sweat pours down her forehead, she be dirty from the brawl and the dust, and her body be so full of life that it was like disease had not once stained her body. I think I had seen just a glimpse of the pirate my mother used to be.
We all entered the main hall and my mother jumped on top of a gambling table.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
"Clear your asses outta here before I put more holes in your bums than a cannon fodder battleship! Get moving!" She yelled as she then pointed both her pistols to the ground and emptied her rounds into the luxurious carpets of the gaming house.
Needless to say, but people began charging out of the building like raging bulls. We hid within the chaos amongst them and entered the streets.
"Back to the ship!" I told them. The three agreed and we ran as fast as we could. In order to make sure that we weren't seen by anyone that might be able to give me a headache with the C'ula authorities, we took some of the complex routes that I still knew off the top of my head.
Fortune must have been with me again because the docks be empty. In no time we were back on my ship with some of my crew quickly welcoming me and the others back.
I grumbled before I dropped Boreli down with a large thud that made him groan in pain. He opened his eyes and began to survey his surroundings. His scraggly hair shook with each turn of his head.
"Ugh my head. I don't remember getting rocked that hard in a long while. Why'd ya save me? Did I charm the fair ladies?" he asked. I did not respond.
Boreli chuckled nervously before he slowly started to stand on his feet. "Look here, mate. If you wish to rob me or kidnap me for ransom then there be no bother. Truth be told, I might have been on me way to the Great Gates of Vanol had you not interfered. I'm sure I've never done business with you before nor have I bedded anyone here, though I'd definitely like to," he said, his eyes glanced at my mother.
I was still strangely silent. Yet, I could not mistake the growing flames of anger within me. I could not mistake the feeling of my hands clenching and my gaze hardening. Just...just...looking upon his face once again made me tremble with anger.
Astell clapped his hands.
"Aye, a man of few words, and a crew of few brains. I got ya. Well, thanks for the save, I'll be sure to give ya a discount should there be business between us down the...,"
I cocked my fist back and, as hard as I could, I strike Boreli across the side of his face which sent him crashing down to the floor. My crew stopped working to observe as he spat out a glob of blood onto the main deck.
"Heh...heh...haha...I take this to be meaning that there be no discounts?" he asked.
I spoke.
"Aye, we shall be doing business...," I reared back my boot and kicked him with all my strength. His head whipped back and he fell on my deck unconscious.
"...whether ye like it or not. Send him to the brig with the Xhaluter. Tell me when he wakes up," I said.
I spoke further to no one else. Instead, I walked towards my cabin and closed my door. From the outside, I could hear my mother barking orders to the rest of the crew while Boreli was no doubt being dragged away down to the holding room.
I then walked to my desk and pulled out my journal. Amongst the long list of names I had added to it, I finally crossed one of them off my list. An angry sigh escaped my lips as I took a pitcher of water into my hand and drank its contents before I tossed it to the floor with a resounding thud.
Once that was done, I took off my clothes. They stunk of smoke, alcohol, and whatever drugs were filling the rooms at the time. Of course, it didn't bother me, but...I would assume it would bother anyone else to enter my chamber.
That being the case, I opened my windows and started a tedious trek of taking my clothes to be washed. Once again, I find my thanks to Liara for providing the crew with the materials to afford cleaner attire.
As soon as I dropped those off, I wasted no time in making my way to Liara's quarters. I knocked on the door and she granted me entrance. I stepped inside and our eyes met. In that usual mystifying way that she seems to know what I'm thinking, she began to prepare me a bath while I dropped a coin into her little tray.
Neither of us spoke words to each other as I undressed myself and slid into the hot, soothing waters of the round wooden tub. I thoroughly washed my body and, not that I should have been surprised, Liara took a seat next to me with another tome of magic from her collection.
I busied myself with some practice of my bathwater by swirling it around in the air in the hopes of distracting myself. I suppose my spirit be a bit melancholy if I would define it such. No, I hold no regret for my actions. I be no fool. I know full well the path I walk and I have walked it before.
"Tell me Liara, have you ever entertained the notions of revenge?" I asked. I splashed some water on my face while I heard her turn the pages of her book.
"Where does revenge lead the soul when all its grievances have passed? Should there be mortal being upon this earth that is worth my focus for vengeance?" she returned to me.
I smiled to myself. Of course, who but the gods and demons could be an enemy of the witch?
"Not even I?"
I noticed that she did not respond immediately.
"...Almost any mortal," she corrected, a touch of a smile across her face as she kept her focus on her book.
I don't know what about her had calmed whatever troubled my mind, but I know that I felt a lot more at ease with myself. I shifted my body until my back was rested right next to where she sat. I lifted my finger and slowly trained her open skin. Seas, just a touch of her body made my hands burn like white fires that fueled my lust.
By fortune or misfortune, I pulled my finger away while I still remained of sound mind. I then stepped out of the bath and wiped my body down with a lone dry towel that had been left for me. I grabbed my clothes and dressed myself. I followed this by opening the door.
"Ah, I very much enjoyed your little gift from before. I pray fortune finds I receive an audience next time," I said.
Ilzahold then lowered her book and chuckled. "I see that even the pirates of the mighty seas lean to prayer every once in a sure tide. Truly your lust runs as deep as the Xialu Rivers," she answered.
I grinned and left her with that. I then returned to my room for a short while. I spent the rest of the day's light speaking with the crew and commanding them to go about this way or that. I also decided that starting tomorrow I would need to gather my mother, Ellen, the elves, and Liara into my quarters. I hoped that my crew would enjoy this pleasant time because, in two or three weeks, they would not have such a luxury anymore.
The day's light passed away as night covered the skies. Clouds rolled in and I heard sounds of rain hitting our deck. Sometimes I feel the need to curse my own temper. I be not the best at controlling my emotions and I know the reason for this drizzle is from how I felt earlier today.
Anyway, I sat in my quarters while I drew on a piece of paper the dangers of Delverhold that I remembered. Unfortunately, I didn't have Ilzahold spectacular memories to guide me through this one since my journey had been without her beforehand.
I also wonder if there be things on that island that I just forcefully forgot about for my own sanity. Additionally, I also worked on how much time I would be investing in this little...partnership deal I had with Balamar.
Of course, the benefit of crystalized ash was enough to spend as much time as I desired in aiding her, but I be in no mood to win someone else's war. Whether these kingdoms and empires fell into ruin did not bother me, but...it be possible that the fall of these nations would become the catalyst that led to the end of my old world. Though I have close to no fucks to give about the world or its people, I could not very well let my personal kingdom and playground fall to ruin. Where would treasures lay for me if dry dirt and arid deserts covered them all?
While I thought about what I could do, there came a heavy knock on my door.
"Enter," I said.
In came Sothshore with a cape over her head thoroughly soaked in rainwater. She threw the cape unceremoniously to the floor and entered my quarters fully.
"Shall I takes my chances on this storm occurring because you threw a sissy fit?" she asked.
"Is it not called a Hissy Fit?"
"I know what I said,"
We stared at each other for a moment before we both chuckled. I do say that I much enjoy Sothshore's laughter. It be like a beautiful siren's song.
I patted my legs with great expectations. Naturally, Ellen rolled her eyes and offered me an exasperated sigh, but she moved regardless. Then I felt her thighs once again upon my own. Truly, I love this fiery bitch more than I'd ever let anyone know.
I held her as close as I wanted for a couple of minutes. Due to the rain, she was a little cold but the candles were quickly granting us both a warm atmosphere while the wind howled outside.
I be a bit surprised that Ellen did not speak like I expected her to. Instead, she seemed to take this...feeling between the both of us in silent stride.
"Why must I always sit here? There be another chair," she said.
"Any man who would not have such a fine woman as you not in his embrace be a man of such insanity that not even I would dare compare. I had dreamt many a night of having you in my arms by a warm fire. I suppose I have to give praise to your ruthlessness for that," I replied.
Ellen sucked her teeth. "Don't fucking remind me. However, I best be honest, and fuck does the word taste like dirt on the tongue, you have not done as terribly as I had imagined. Makes me wonder if you were still that cowardly bastard evading my men through decrepit alleyways and treacherous rooftops. I wonder if I be played for a fool this whole time,"
"A man must get his head from his ass at some point,"
"And yet yours still be there," she remarked. My laughter echoed through my quarters while she sat mildly irked at this situation she had found herself in.
Once I reined my laughter in, we fell into another silence. I partook of her warmth, her smell, and her drenched blonde hair. My fingers studied the arms of this woman, who I had noticed seemed to have a fitter muscle tone than back on Draegnar. I now see that all that fighting she had done with Burnwood began to show itself. Of course, she still be as soft as I wished her to be. I also dare say that I can feel my lust for her rising.
I shivered in delight when she moved to reach for something in her pocket. I think she must have noticed because her legs squirmed and that only served to make me even more aroused. Nevertheless, she seemed to try to ignore it and pulled out a small book.
"This here is a list of the names, dates, and types of all your shitty auctions occurring this week with participation over 1000 gold. It was quite a lot too, but you damn well best choose the ones you wish to attend. I have enough shit to do organizing just for the ship. Now, I'll have to work on a whole separate book of records just for this...,"
I silenced Ellen with a touch of my finger. I then took the book from her hands and carelessly threw it onto my table. Our eyes followed it as it landed with a hard thud before we turned back to each other.
"Aye, you be a fine woman of many talents, Sothshore. Hell, you know your way around the coin of men and women even more than I do, but such matters may wait for the next sunrise. I do not wish to see the work drain the skin from your body or darken the circles of your eyes. I shall plan such things for later. For now, let this man feast upon this great treasure that lays before his eyes," I said.
I gave Ellen no chance to reply. I be sure it would have been a sassy remark of fire regardless. So, I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her to me until her lips came against mine. As the rain knocked against my window, a constant sign of my once shaking anger, I indulged in my baser instincts once again. Aye, tis a feeling of old times from my previous life.
I moved my arms around Sothshore with even more possession than before. The flames of our kiss fully ignited my already stiffening member within my pants. As her tongue and mine wrestled like two water serpents for mating dominance, I began to slowly rub my cock on the lower part of her thighs. Like two firm pillows, her thighs rubbed up and down my erection with great need.
Now, I dare say that I might be delusional from lust, but I be sure a wayward hand rested on my chest while another slithered along the side of my thigh. Seas, the way the fabric of my pants glided across my skin from the soft presses of her fingers made me shiver and shake. Her kisses grew as turbulent as the waves during a storm. Her tongue thrashed around with mine and licked the front and back of my teeth. I could feel the way she eagerly sought to try and dominate me like she had tried so many times.
Nevertheless, as aroused as I was, I took back this control when I firmly twisted her swollen nipples between my fingers.
"Mmmmmuuuuuuugh!" she groaned in pain before her assault lessened and we settled for a slow, sensual pace that i was comfortable with.
Of course, being the stubborn bitch that she be, Ellen tried to be more aggressive at least two more times before she finally got the order that any more defiance would result in a long night of screaming.
Once we parted, I stared into her eyes. Her breath was hoarse and her chest was heavy. We were both without air. Her eyes glared against mine but there was no mistaking her excitement.
"I hate you, you piece of...fucking...shit," she said breathlessly.
"Aye. Then it be good for us both that I love you, you feisty slut. Also that be 'Sir' to you," I fired back.
"I hate you, Sir," the corrected. I kissed her one more time.
"That be better. Now, since the rain seems to not have doused the flames of your spirit tonight, then perhaps there ought to be a reward for such a hardworking lass," I said. Ah, there be that flicker of unease that coursed through Ellen's body that aroused me so.
"Stand over there. I'd much enjoy a feast for my eyes once you're there. If not, I may have to forgo this reward that I be inclined to give you,"
A curse here, a grumble there, Ellen walked over to the place where I had pointed which happened to be the area just next to my bed. She stood there and quickly began to undress. First came her boots. After that came the socks, shirt, and pants. Naturally, this left her naked.
My cock rose in glorious appreciation of her body as it always had. I doubt I didn't make it obvious as well. Seas, these next few weeks couldn't come fast enough and truly be told, neither could I.
I swirled my finger around and Ellen slowly twirled her body in a complete circle. There be no such thing as feasting one's eyes upon beauty for too long when it comes to her. I am continuously captivated by her appearance and her rebellious fire.
Sothshore came to a complete stop and I rubbed my chin with my fingers.
"You really are beautiful, Ellen Sothshore," I spoke. A blush, whether from embarrassment or anger, was not what I was expecting.
Ellen grumbled. "Fuck off, Sir," she replied. I laughed.
Then suddenly came a knock on my door.
Ellen nearly jumped out of her skin. Her eyes darted to me, but I stayed seated in my chair. My eyes remained focused upon her body. Another knock of the door came.
"Did I command you to stop?" I asked.
Indeed, I wonder how many curses flew through Sothshore's mind and silent tongue before she continued twirling her curvaceous form for my viewing pleasure.
"Enter," I said.
The door opened and I heard the torrent of rain outside grow even louder as footsteps entered.
"Well, you do continue to impress, Eric Drakclaw. You are never without your own form of entertainment. Had I known otherwise, I would have mistaken you as a prophet of Aphrodite, fickle though she might be. Even now, my eyes can see the vast wells of lust swirling around your body like the very air you breathe. Are all young men as restless as you?"
Ah, there be the voice that makes my head swim in clouds and my cockhead warm precum. I turn my head and I saw Liara come through the door with a hood over her head. However, she was not alone. Alongside the witch came Burnwood.
Both watched Ellen continue to flaunt her body for my viewing pleasure. Now I think I might have been seeing things, but was that a trail of delectable love juice flowing down my slutty businesswoman's leg? It must have been because her thighs kept rubbing against each other every time she moved.
"Any old bastard can fuck a bitch till she screams her head off, but there be the special ones that love to watch the swirling storm of lust rush throughout her body. Now then, why have you decided to journey to my chambers on such a night? The weather deems now an unnatural time," I answered.
"On the contrary, Captain. This is quite an acceptable time. Now then, Diane, have you not anything to say to the captain of this vessel?" Ilzahold asked.
Diane gave me a rather harsh look that I didn't appreciate. Nonetheless, she stood next to me and fell to her knees.
"How may I serve you tonight, Sir?" Burnwood asked.
I doubt this to be the case but I can't help but think that I be getting toyed with. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Liara paying very close attention to my words that would naturally follow. Now, I do enjoy the little...whatever the witch thinks we're doing, but I do not enjoy being toyed with unless it's by a thoroughly satisfied slut under my sheets and on my bed.
That said, I cannot get enough of Burnwood on her knees waiting for just a word from me. Aye, the many things I envisioned from her could even make a holy priest blush.
"Aye, Ellen. You may stop now," I said. She slowly stopped twirling for me. I noticed that she made no attempt to cover herself. Just from that, I decided to forgo what I had originally planned. It was quite a shame. There was a toy in the box I had been looking forward to trying, but tonight be not the night.
Instead, I stood up and walked over to my bed. I pulled out the wooden box. I then turned and grinned that bastard grin that makes most women nervous. Ellen stared at the box and I saw the tiny shivers of her arms and legs. Her nipples jutted out proudly in front of my watching audience. I can only imagine the thoughts going through her head when she remembers our fond times that we have shared with this box.
I opened it and then took some items into my hands. I then pushed the box back under the bed. Then, I stood up and made my way over to Ellen.
"Are you ready for your reward?" I asked. She swallowed.
"Yes, sir," she replied. I nodded.
"Good. Then close your eyes," I told her. Yes, I am aware of the eyepatch she already wears. Shut up.
Anyway, she closed her eyes and I reached into my shirt and pulled out a ranger's blindfold. I then firmly tied it around her head. I felt Ellen stiffen more than once while I placed soft kisses on her cheek, neck, and shoulders. I then made Liara and Diane gasp when I pulled out two long pieces of ship's rope.
First, I tied her arms. Then I tied her legs. By now, Sothshore had some trouble standing so I supported her, but with each string of rope sliding across her wrists and ankles, I could feel her breath exhale into my neck.
"Mmmm, you look good bound like a strapped down barrel, Ellen. Ye best be honest with me if you wish for any sort of favorable reward. You be turned on, yes?" I asked.
I have never known Sothshore's lips to quiver the way they had just now, but they did and she spoke.
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
My eyes turned to Ilzahold and Burnwood. They were both watching with apt attention. Yet, somehow, I think Diane was feeling it more than Liara was. I say this because by the seas I could see the small puddles on my floorboards where the gunwoman laid. However, as expected of a witch that has lived for so many years, Liara shows no visible signs of arousal, but I see that she be no less interested.
"Aye. You have been a good slut for me. I always reward those who do good by me. So eager for your reward you don't even mind receiving it in front of others, don't you ya shameful bitch?" I asked. I wrapped my palm around Ellen's throat while another palm trailed down to her pussy. By the gods, it was like a river that kept flowing into my hand and onto the floor without end. It was so hot and slippery that I desired to cum just from sticking my cock between those lovely pussy lips.
"Y-Your the one who wants make to receive it in front of others, Sir," she replied.
"Aye, because that's because I know what gets a Draegnar whore like you going. You shiver and writhe at the of people watching the mighty Ellen Sothshore delve into the depths of depravity with her captain. I want to watch you cum under the watchful eyes of two welcoming bitches. You wish them to watch, don't you?" I asked.
"I...I don't...UGGGGGGH!" Ellen was cut off when I jabbed two fingers into her cunt. Her pussy clung to them heavily. Drool fell down the side of her lips as her head tilted upwards. I kissed and licked her supple flesh like a fine dessert.
"You do. I know you do. Ye think I be easy to fool? What wench draws such a fountain when others be near?" I whispered into her ears. I then sucked on her earlobe while her pelvis began rocking against my fingers. The walls of her cavern vibrated like chiming metal as my cock stretched painfully against my pants.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuugh! Oooooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," Ellen huffed. I removed my hand from her throat and grabbed her tied up arms. I then held them over her head and hung them onto a free lantern post.
"Drop those arms and I'll make sure you never get another reward like this again," I told her. Her arms trembled at the thought and I saw sweaty beads pour from her scalp. I licked each drop like it was a salty drink filled with flavor.
My room was then filled with Ellen's wails and moans as I pleasured her over and over while her hands hung in the air and her legs remained bound. She stood as a captive to my growing ministrations while my fingers crawled further and further inside her bountiful treasure until my very knuckles rubbed her swollen clit.
"HaaaaaaaaaaaaampH! Mmmmmmmmmmmmnph! F-FUCK! Oooooooh goddammit it! FUCK! Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She moaned as her fingers clenched and her toes curled. I could feel the way her walls clung to my fingers that if I kept going, she would cum in no time.
However...
I suddenly stopped and pulled my fingers out of Ellen's pussy. There be no need for me to see her eyes that she was drunk on the lust which permeated the room. Her thighs pushed against each other so much, I wondered if she was trying to rub the skin off.
I stepped back and walked back to my chair. I made no attempts to hide my own erection before I took a seat. Ellen seemed eager for more if the way she seemed like she was about to collapse was any indication.
Well, it was not my intention to cruelly torture a woman in such a way as to make her wait.
"Well then, Diane. Since you wish to serve me, then I best see something good. Ellen over there is expecting a reward for the long hours she's put in for me. In ten minutes, you best give her a good reward. If I feel you haven't, then I'll be punishing Liara for it," I said.
I have to say, not too many can put one over on the Witch of Draegnar. I think I be added to that list if I wasn't already. Diane's eyes laid as wide as a fish's while Ilzahold seemed to quickly process just what I was speaking of.
"You'll what...?" Diane asked.
"Nine minutes. Would you like to go for eight?" I asked.
Burnwood cursed and got to her feet. She then walked over to my bound blond slut. This left Liara and I in the middle of the room ready to watch the spectacle take place. However, none was more eager than I. Though their battle had left a bad taste in my mouth, I still never forgot the feeling of seeing these two stubborn women barely clothed. Now I see the same thing only under different circumstances.
"How strange. I have dealt with many devious men while I have walked the earth. I must say that I had not expected this development," the witch replied.
I leaned back into my chair as Diane seemed confused about how best to go about this. It was no real surprise as to why. If this Diane was very much my Diane, then...of course, virgins have a bit more difficulty in these matters.
Oh, I imagine Diane has sucked off more than her fair share of cocks. I also be sure she's gotten that glorious cunt licked on more than one occasion, but as far as I knew, no man or woman, has fully embraced her. I used to think this was because being the guardswoman to a nigh immortal witch left little time for such activities.
"You have entered my chambers on more than one occasion, Liara. I don't think I need to tell you how this should be seen by me. Besides, the failures of the shoulders ultimately rest on the leaders," I replied. I then held out my hand for her to take.
She stared at it for a moment and chuckled. "Ah, I best take responsibility. Is that it?" she asked.
"You tell me, fair lass," I returned.
Liara took my hand and allowed herself to be pulled into my embrace. Her warm, incredibly sexy frame fell on top of my leg and there be no chance in hell of her not noticing my erection. However, I also didn't shy away from the fact either.
"Hmmm, such unusual vigor for a man. I do wonder whether you be blessed or cursed," she said. One of my hands fell on her thighs and I began to slowly rub it. Seas, even rubbing her skin made my own feel like I could cum without effort. Such beautiful skin and lovely legs that send a trail of fire and lightning through the heart and body. Truly, the witch be no ordinary woman.
"Then perhaps we be of the same nature. Cursed or blessed by whichever definition to keep us sane. Well, saner," I corrected. She chuckled.
"Oooooooooooh! Haaaaaaahaaaaa,"
We turned our attention back to see Diane firmly kissing Ellen while she drove her fingers into Ellen's sopping slit just like I had done. However, Burnwood quickly began assaulting Sothshore by sucking the tips of her nipples. Whatever she was doing, Ellen was enjoying it.
"F-Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh dammit! Mmmmmmmhmmmm!"
Ellen's vocal appreciation of Diane's work had been silenced when the gunwoman kissed her. She rubbed her thumb against Sothshore's clit as hard as she could. I think Ellen either tried to move her legs away or shift them to where she wanted Diane to rub. Either way, such be a fantastic display carnal lust made my own breath short and my desire flourish.
"Four minutes, Diane," I called.
I imagine it must have infuriated Burnwood to no end that Ellen had not cum yet, especially since I had basically warmed her up for the gunwoman to complete. Nevertheless, she showed quite a bit of resolve and slowly moved her tongue down Sothshore's lovely tits. Her wet tongue swirling around each of them while she tried to think of any measures she could that would stop my internal countdown.
That said, perhaps now would be a good time to retract my previous statement about Liara having no visible signs of lust. Oh yes, her body didn't actively show it, but her movements did. I clenched my fingers against her thighs while she slipped one of her hands into my shirt. Her nails gently touched and scraped my skin. Her hand roamed anywhere that it could find on my front body. She touched my chest, toyed with my nipples, and rubbed my stomach.
All of these actions drove my cock into the wedge of her knee space. She then began stimulating my cock with slow, methodic movements. I looked up at her and I noticed that she wasn't even paying attention to what was happening on the other side of the room. Instead, her focus was on me. There be something behind her eyes that I could not explain. To this day, I cannot fathom how I did not cum in her hand instantly when she touched my already risen pistol.
I dare not exaggerate when I claim that I felt like I had been struck a thousand times by lightning. Her hand felt unbelievably good. It felt like my cock was wrapped in a mixture of fine silk and satin. Her forefinger rubbed my cock head while the other fingers worked around the veins of my cock like a ship spider. A series of woven ties ran together all to give me a great sense of euphoria that fired into my brain.
I can't even say that I focused on Diane and Ellen anymore. My senses were in rapid overload and the urge to cum be greater than the will not to, but deep within me, I knew that I would need to resist. Having Ilzahold aboard my ship demanded that I resist! I knew it and she knew it.
So I pinched my arm. I pinched it so hard that it drew blood. The pain oddly felt good to me as well, but it was enough of a distraction that I reined myself in.
"One minute, Diane," I called out.
I didn't take much time to see what Burnwood was doing to my Quartermaster. Instead, I focused on the still coming sensations of Liara's hand.
"Truly, an existence such as you drives men insane," I told her.
She smiled.
"Perhaps that be my curse as well," she answered.
I took my hand off her thigh and slipped it beneath her shirt. She did not stop me. She merely kept looking at me while my hand rolled up her skin. My other hand gently caressed her face and I found it funny that even when touching her on my end, she still exuded an aura that most are unable to cope with.
"Have you ever heard of the Tales of Icarus?" Liara asked.
"I need not soar for greatness. It comes to me," I replied.
I leaned my head up and her head fell down as we kissed within my chair.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
We both heard Ellen scream as she no doubt came her fucking brains out, but I couldn't tell if a minute had passed or not. I was too engrossed in the woman in my arms to notice. Instead, I settled with Liara as my hand beneath her shit found her breasts.
"Hmmmm," she hummed in content. Her palm rubbed my lower sensitive head while I started with gentle rotating motions of her tits. All the while she gently suckled on my tongue. Her breath was strangely hot and cold at the same time, but this only added to the allure that was Ilzahold.
We parted for a moment. "They seem to have finished," Liara said.
"That they have. However, we have not," I told her. I then grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her to me.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmph!" she panted as our kisses only lasted for little more than a second to receive air. Meanwhile, the full shape of her hand wrapped around my cock and she began to stroke me in earnest. I fiddled her nipples between my two fingers and I was a bit surprised when I felt something wet against my fingertips. Whatever it was, it seeped into my skin as she continued to drove her hands faster and harder.
My balls ached and my cock raged forth. Liara stroked me with both her free hand and her thighs as our audience of two watched us. I could feel the cum surging from within my nuts as Liara's handjob worked me over faster and faster until I threw my head back.
"GGGUUUUUUUUGH!" I groaned as I felt my cum fire into my pants. I admit I was expecting to feel its stickiness on my drawers, but when I opened my eyes I was not prepared to see it on Liara's face. I looked down and noticed my pants still on. I am now aware that she actually just used a magic spell to have my cum meet her body. I cannot tell you how turned on I was from that.
Even more so, I watched her scoop it with her finger and savor its taste. "Mmm, quite unexpected. Your body holds mystical properties that make it compatible with my own. I've yet to meet such an individual such as you," she stated, all while my cum laced her tongue and sloshed into her mouth until she swallowed it like fine wine.
"Stick around and I be sure you'll find out just how compatible we truly be," I told her.
Liara chuckled. "Perhaps, but I should guess that we make this a private affair. Such lust seems to have an intense effect on more...unmanageable participants," she replied.
We turned our gaze to Diane and Ellen. Both were utterly breathless, my floor was thoroughly soaked with orgasmic juice that could not have come just from one or two times. Burnwood had fallen to her knees in sheer ecstasy while the blindfold on Ellen's face had fallen slightly due to the sheer sweat on her. Her eyes seemed clouded with passion and desire.
"Perhaps you be right, Witch. I look forward to our next engagement," I said.
"Am I not to be punished, Captain? I don't believe Diane made the one minute," she mentioned.
How she was able to tell that despite what we had been doing was unknown to me, but I, again, chalk that up to just Ilzahold being a mystery that I will never figure out.
"Oh? So the slutty witch wants to be punished?" I asked.
"Tis but a mere formality of the curses of responsibility for one's subordinates," she returned.
I smiled at this statement but shook my head. "Not this night, Ilzahold. Return to your chambers and wait with eager anticipation. For now, you know that I may call upon you whenever I please to repay the actions of your servant," I claimed with great eagerness.
Liara slowly removed herself. "Very well. Perhaps such intimate times are best experienced when one is not aware of their own destiny. None have captured my interest within this realm, Drakclaw, but you have pleased me greatly. Farewell, captain!" she said.
"Diane, do return with me when your spirit has returned from the clouds," she then said to her still slouched guardswoman. The witch then opened the door out into the pouring rain. A swirl of magical power, she stopped it from falling upon her and returned to her own quarters while I heard the sounds of her heels clack across the ship. The rain resumed shortly after.
As Diane laid on my floor, I walked over to her.
"Next time you fail, I best hear it from your own lips instead of Liara's. You won't just be standing in a corner with your arms spread out if you don't," I threatened. She stared into my eyes and moaned.
"HAAAAUUUUUUUUGH!" she cried as I watched her orgasm again sending a rushing tide from her shorts and to my floor. No doubt the residual lust in the air had something to do with that. Just my word alone, for now, were enough to make her cum.
"Do I make myself clear?" I asked.
"Y-Y-Yes," she groaned.
I pinched her nipple and twisted it painfully. Diane silently wailed as her body spasmed like a fierce current had moved through her like it had for me.
"Yes, what?!" I demanded.
"Y-Yes, Sir," she panted out.
I nodded. "Good. You are dismissed," I said.
It took Diane some time to get to her feet and even more time to walk out from my room, but once she was gone I untangled Ellen's arms and legs. She collapsed into my arms and it took two calls of her name for me to get that she had passed out.
A shake of my head, I placed her in my bed, blew out the candles, and listened to the rain outside. Her lovely head on my chest, we both fell asleep. As I slept, I be sure that locked away knowledge from the Ilzahold of my time seemed open to me now.
Visions of future events laid bare in my mind. A great fire was ready to blae through my ships and burn away all I had worked for. The fiery, harsh glare of a woman's eyes swept through my ears as she stood upon a burning sea of wrecked ships and charred corpses.
If I was the water beneath the ground, then she was the fire above the clouds. Her name and title rang through the very lands I had once conquered.
...Seraphina Xi'halbrun, The Commandment of Flames.