Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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If ye think that today be like yesterday, where I be waking up to a warm mouth sucking upon my cock, then ye be mistaken.
I say this because forget waking up in my chambers, on my ship, or even in C'ula. Hell, forget even waking up in the salty waves of the shores. From where I stood, there was not a living soul for miles. There was also no pond, puddle, or drop of water for double whatever miles that the previous be.
All in front of me...was an endless stream of hot desert sand. Any sign of my ship, my crew, or even human civilization be none existent. The sun laid its harsh gaze down upon me as trails of wind sprinkled dust and sand into my eyes. It was mighty irritating.
Over the next few minutes, I thought about what had caused me to appear here. I contemplated that this be a dream, but it seemed much too real for such a thing. After all, it be a bad day for me if I be in a desert and no beautiful Dune Xals comes to greet me.
I thought that possibly Liara might have teleported me here, but that idea did not hold too much weight. The words might bite my ass later, but I hold confidence that of the people on my ship, only Liara and I hold the means for moving people from one spot to the next. Even then, for me, that didn't amount to much since teleportation magic was not within my mind from what my Ilzahold had given me.
I dare not think that Liara would betray me, but I can't say that I have absolute proof that she wouldn't either. As much as it would leave a bad taste in my mouth, I would not hesitate in cutting her down if I find that to be the case. Though, I'd rather not. Even for me, it would take great effort in defeating a woman like Liara. There is a reason she had lived for so long.
Anyway, I figured I had plagued my mind with enough thoughts of betrayal. There be no need to jump to such a baseless assumption. If it turned out to be that way then I would deal with it. For now, I would have to find out where I was.
I knelt down and grabbed a fist full of sand. It was so hot that I thought it burned my hand. I opened my palm and the winds carried the grains of dirt away. As I watch this happen, I am also reminded of something else.
...I be fully clothed in my captain's gear. I'm sure I did not have this on when I went to bed with Ellen last night.
I was surprised at my own self-control in the fact that I did not utter every obscene word that could come from my lips. Instead, I exhaled tiredly and started walking in the direction I found the most interesting.
...Starboard, if ye wish to nitpick.
I walked.
And walked.
And walked.
And walked.
How long I walked, I was not sure. It could have been a few minutes, hours, days, or even weeks. There be no jest in my voice. I be unsure of how long I walked. All I knew was that I was very tired. Some time must have passed because I had been rather earnest at the start of my journey. Now, I felt like the sands were trying to suck away the skin from my bones.
I had looked back many a time, but all I saw was more sand.
Sand.
Sand.
More Sand.
An empire of sand and wind laid behind me and in front of me. I had not met a single soul during this little pilgrimage of mine. I had also not met or seen hide nor slither of any animal. I have seen no scorpions, no snakes, and no shakvars, sand sharks for ye lubbers.
My only companions be the sun, the wind, and the hot dirt beneath my feet. Each of them strike me relentlessly. I tried to pull any water I could out of the air for my thirst, but I could not. I do not think this to mean that there wasn't water to take but rather...my powers had forsaken me once again. No matter how hard I tried, I could not bend the waters in the air to my whim and I could not find any oasis or springs of water beneath so much desert.
Still, I kept walking. I be unsure what made me do this. Perhaps it be the thought that there be nothing for me should I wait. Perhaps it be the hope to find someone to aid me. Perhaps, I had just gone insane. Well, more insane than my mother and Ellen liked to claim that I be.
I don't count my steps anymore. I don't even look down to see if I'm leaving footprints. Given the wind, I'm sure the path I've tread so far be covered by more sand anyway. I took off my captain's coat and pulled it over my head. I breathe a sigh of relief as I have some shade for my weary body.
Yet, I am actually aware that no matter how much it hurts to walk, still I do. No matter how far I walk, I do not hunger. The only thing I desire is water to clear the drought of my throat. It hurts to breathe at times and I can only lap at my salty sweat for brief relief.
The sun does not go down. Perhaps that is a blessing and a curse for me. I be unsure if I can handle the freezing cold if the moon and night fall over me now. Perhaps the heat would not be the cause of my death, but the cold if the sun does not stay up there.
As I walk, a thought did occur to me to try to use magic. I did have the memories of Liara within me. Surely, there had to be some type of mystifying spell that could get me out of this predicament.
I did not count the time that passed me by as I fired off mystical words and phrases one after the other from the well of knowledge that Liara had implanted within me. Elemental spells, physical spells, mental enchantments, conjurings, archaic texts, I spared no expense. My throat became drier and drier with each word that passed from my lips and the mental toll upon my mind increased.
Should I have been surprised that none of these worked? There be an argument that I shouldn't have, but I was. At the very least, this told me that wherever I was, I be not on a simple plain. The reason for this is because even in the hottest, driest, most barren lands upon the earth, magic still works. There is always a trove of power to pull for one if they hold the mental fortitude to do so.
Perhaps my pronunciation of these words of the arcane was off due to the hoarseness of my throat, but I doubt this to be the case.
Once I took another step, my legs buckled. I dropped to my knees and hands. As soon as I had fallen, it seemed like all of my exhaustion had finally caught up with me. My coat laid over the top of my body still providing me with great shade from the sun even as I felt my sweat trail from my brow and down the sides of my cheek into the sand. It dried away so fast I wonder if it just fizzled into nothingness.
As I laid there, the sun on my back and the burning sand scorching my hands, I laughed. How very funny. First, I meet my death beneath the waves of water that I had commanded. Now, I might just meet my end beneath the waves of sand upon the dunes. My eyes feel rather tired. I try to keep them open, but there is no point.
Between the sand in my eyes and the salty sweat on my head, I see nothing but blurry images. I will the water to enter my mouth, but I don't think I be drinking upon anything significant. Instead, my body slumps over into the hot sand. The wind continued to blow harshly.
"Claroviri sasucxivarium ohhhhh dominivasuvi taahabahaaa golurumvabirmi eqavaheeeeeeeee,"
In my state of fading consciousness, I heard songs that flowed with the wind. I cannot ascertain the origin. Hell, I wonder if I'm even really hearing this shit and not just me mind going delirious from the heat.
"Kaaaaaramahal ooooooooh Salvamfalshi Urigohwaer Vaaaaaaahanzinirrrrrr Taaaaaaamaaafaexiiiiii,"
The dark fades around me. As it closed the edges of my eyes, I can only briefly make ut a pair of bare feet standing in front of me. Unfortunately, I can't make them out as my journey took its toll on me.
I closed my eyes.
At some point during the time that I closed my eyes, the sound of moving sand, wind, and songs turned into a melody of light snoring.
I opened my eyes slowly and I stiffened. I was in my bed with Ellen in my arms still resting. The gentle creaks of my ship upon the shores of C'ula sung in my ears. There was no sand or sun to be seen outside for miles. Well, I say that but the sun was close to rising over the horizon. Even now, should I concentrate, I can hear the faint sounds of some men getting ready for the day.
Though it pains me to, I remove my arms from around Ellen for only a moment. I reach over the side of my bed and pick up a pitcher of water. The sands of sleep, seas it disturbed me to even say that, still on my eyes, I could not see too well, but I could hear the slow churn of life-granting liquids within the container.
My mouth desired it so desperately that I was tempted to splash it on myself just to prove that it was real. Now, instead of doing that, I held out my hand over it. I then drew my hand upwards. The waves in the pitcher moved to my command and sprouted out like a snake does for a snake charmer.
I performed some brief exercises of my powers by pushing the water up and down several times. Without a shadow of a doubt, my control over the sea still laid with me. I then pushed the water down into the pitcher and grabbed it by the handle. Soothing liquid fell down my parched throat like I had not known its taste for years.
As I drank, my mind thought back to that arid climate of sun, wind, and hot sand. I figured it to be a dream, but I know what me own dreams be like. Never have I had one which filled me with such immersion. If I be honest, I dreaded the feeling. To be cut off from my power, and my kingdom, once again while I could do naught but wait for death was not a pleasant feeling.
For the next few moments, I thought about my dream and what it might have meant. Unfortunately, I be no weaver of dreams so the amount of shit I came up with amounted to as much as a whale's ass.
Instead of giving myself a headache so early into the morning, I decided to settle for a more preferred option and resume my position of having my blond slut in my arms. She stirred and grumbled, but I held her close regardless. Her hands sleepily grazed my arms.
My chin on her neck, it didn't take me long before I fell back asleep. No bullshit dreams disturbed me this time. That would come later in the day.
How did I know? Well, answer me this, what happens when important men and women within a nation known as The City of Merchants don't get their money?
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I opened my eyes to the not so gentle banging on my door. Ellen groaned at my side as she pulled the covers closer to her body.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I watched Ellen open her eyes slowly. "You best answer that, Sir. I'm about to answer it myself," Sothshore said. I doubt it takes a magic scholar to know what she meant. I didn't need gunfire so early either.
"I love it when you're trigger happy," I told her while I kissed her cheek.
"Then you're about to love me a lot. Can't lie that the Burnwood bitch did a hot number on me. I'd rather not get up yet," she replied.
"What if I desire to see your sexy ass get up?" I questioned.
Ellen muttered a curse. "Please, do not make me get up, Sir!" she answered.
I laughed.
"Very well. I suppose neither of us desires to move just yet. Enter!" I called out.
...Do ye remember that headache that I had been trying to avoid? Well, I think I received the last of its embers.
I say this because the door opened and two C'ula soldiers had their rifles pointed at Ellen and myself. Needless to say but the sharp click of guns stirred Ellen as she turned to see what I was seeing.
"I be wondering if joining you was a mistake," she said. At this point, I wasn't sure I could fault her statement.
Anyway, the two soldiers said not a word before the person I could only guess to be the captain came in. He stepped inside and looked around my quarters like a hawk trying to find a mouse.
"I'll make this brief. Boreli Astell, we're looking for him and some people connected to his escape. We were informed that he fled in this direction. Do you know anything about this, yes or no?" he asked.
Ah, so that's what this was about.
"And if I said yes?" I asked. My answer came in the form of the riflemen placing their fingers on their triggers.
"Then you and your escapee will be detained. For the record, I do ask that you try and resist if you are found in possession of him. I enjoy tearing down pirate ships," he answered.
"The only thing that's gonna get torn down is your fuckin' ass if ya don't get those damn guns out of my face!" Ellen fired as she laid her head against my chest.
"No can do, ma'am. I don't know how officials operate where you two live, but here in C'ula order is maintained. You can probably get away with shit in other places, but not here," he answered.
I don't think the captain enjoyed the smirk I gave him in response. "Oh, I be sure I could get away with some shit," I answered him.
The captain frowned. "And I've sent many men to the gallows who thought they could get away with it. You'll just be another in the long list. So how about you stop wasting my time lest I arrest you and this ship just because I feel like it," he growled out.
I slowly leaned up and pressed my back against the wall. "And does this C'ula captain that doth invade my ship have a name?" I asked.
"Jaxshir Zagaul, 1st-Rank Flamebearer of the C'ula Military and Seekerbound-Captain of the C'ula Armed Forces," he replied.
Allow me to pretend that I know what that meant.
Anyway, I cleared my throat. "Aye, well then Jaxshir Zagaul, 1st-Rank Flamebearer of the C'ula Military and Seekerbound-Captain of the C'ula Armed Forces, I don't have your culprit nor his accomplices. What I do have is one of the sexiest lasses of the sea in my bed," I said. I think the left rifleman stared at Ellen a bit longer than what would be deemed appropriate.
"Hmph, then you won't mind us taking a look over your ship to verify your statement," he said. He then walked away and out of my quarters.
"I hope your shit brain pictures this well because the next one's gonna be a bullet threw your eyes," Ellen threatened to the left rifleman. His eyes turned away from her as a result. I chuckled.
Inwardly, I was prepared to have to fight this out. It would be a bit unfortunate that I would have to kill them all if they discovered Boreli on my ship. After all, it wasn't like the brig was hard to find.
There was still a bit of water in the pitcher from last night. I could deal with these C'ula bootleggers if I really wanted to. Fortunately for these soldiers, that needn't be the case.
The C'ula skunk captain returned without prisoner and joyous mood. He barked orders to his men and told them to withdraw from the ship. Apparently, by his own words, the only things of concern on my ship were the treasures I had gotten and the countless food storages for my crew. There was no sign of Boreli at all on my ship.
Naturally, I hid my unease beneath an expression of indifference. Questions rushed through my mind of how Astell had escaped my grasp. As soon as I could, I would have to check the situation for myself. I did not journey so far to let Astell slip through my grasp.
Zagaul ushered his men out of my quarters. I knew that I best be the responsible captain and get dressed to ascertain the situation before me, but I could not help the desire to still have my morning cock shoved down the throat of a willing slut. Seeing as how there was only one slut in my room, I best think we all know who that ought to fall to.
Unfortunately, the fact of having guns pointed in my face did wonders for curbing my lust as to what I would do to Sothshore. That was enough to piss me off.
So, we both slipped out of bed and got dressed.
I pushed open my door and stepped out onto the deck of the ship. I saw the captain and the two riflemen standing in front of my crew along with an entire patrol of C'ula soldiers. About ten of those soldiers held rifles at my mother, Lady Knight, the elves, and the rest of the crew. Six young mages cornered Liara, Diane, and Goron.
"Withdraw. He is not here. We will continue our search elsewhere," he said.
"Yes Captain!" the soldiers said before they pulled away from my crew. The clattering of boots to wood raised across my ship in earnest as the men and women in C'ula's military walked off my ship.
The captain was the last to go, but he turned around to give me a glare. "I suggest you watch yourself, pirate. No one would cry if I sank your ship into the seas below," he threatened.
I took the threat for what it be worth, however before he fully stepped off my ship, I stopped him with a question.
"Tell me, Jaxshir Zagaul, 1st-Rank Flamebearer of the C'ula Military and Seekerbound-Captain of the C'ula Armed Forces, do you...love this city?" I asked. He looked back at me with enough fire to burn a ship beneath the tides.
"I love this city deeply. So much do I love it that I am forced to not spit upon the ground each time I see you pirates, slave dealers, and mercenaries trudge your blood-stained feet through this proud city. Now if you don't mind, unlike you lot, I have a city to protect," he answered. He then marched off down the docks to the next ship that had been roped there.
"Captain, why do ya not fight back?! Blast his fuckin' brains over this entire shoreline!" someone roared. That statement seemed to lessen the tension as more and more of my crew hollered for me to take action. Some wished me to sink C'ula to the bottom of the seabed while others thought it wise to plunder the City of Merchants for all it was worth until no stone laid upon another.
"You think a sea serpent spends its days catching flies? We got better shit to do. Now then, I need to find out why there be minus one prisoner in the brig!" I exclaimed.
"Ease your worries, Eric Drakclaw. Your prison still holds all that it had before,"
The soothing sounds of Liara's voice made me turn to her. I be rather beguiled by the mischievous glint within her ageless eyes.
I fully faced her.
"Oh, and why does that be?" I asked.
"See for yourself," she replied.
I did just that. I took Ellen, my mother, the elves, and Liara with me. We all walked down the long stairs until we reached the brig. I peered inside and, just as the Witch had claimed, there in the brig laid the Xhaluter, chained from head to toe, and Astell, awake and frantic.
"Perhaps you best charge me interest on this voyage. To think you would make him disappear with an invisibility spell," I praised. Liara chuckled.
"Quite simple parlor tricks that any child can pull off. Your guests were not exactly subtle. I hid them both before they even came on the ship," she replied.
"How did you know they would be here for Boreli?" I asked.
"Would I be the Witch of Draegnar if I could not foresee such mundane events such as this?" she asked.
I chuckled to myself. Well, I suppose she would not be the witch if even she couldn't see such a thing coming. "I see. Well, remind me to reward you for your efforts later," I said as I opened the prison doors.
I then stepped inside and pulled up a chair in front of Boreli. His face was still swollen from the punch I had delivered to him earlier. I'm sure his face meeting the gambling table at the hands of my mother didn't help either.
He stared at me as if I be a wandering spirit of death ready to claim his soul.
"What kind of magic trick be that?! Those C'ula soldiers came in here, they looked right at me like I wasn't even there. I waved and hollered, but it was like I didn't even exist," he stated.
I pulled up a chair and sat in it. "Aye, the mystical arts can be mighty convenient when used," I replied.
"Heh, aye. I could have used those spells a handful of times before now," Boreli commented with a rather pained laugh.
I watched him try to ease his pain by rubbing his swollen cheek. The chains rattled like some eerie ghost bonds as he did so. Nevertheless, I continued to watch him. I don't know what expression I must have had on my face, but I be reminded of all the terrible shit I said I would do when I found these backstabbing former crewmates of mine.
Now, all I see be staring upon is a goofy young man that would later become my brother if fate held its previous course.
Aw shit, I can't be feeling that sentimental shit that those archbishops of the Unval Church preach.
"Mother, be a good slut and bring me two plates of food," I said. Boreli stared at me in shock. Whether this was shock that he was getting food, or that I had just called my mother a slut to her face be up for debate.
"Yes, Eric," I herd my mother say. I then heard her walk away for a time. She then returned with two plates of food. She gave me both before leaving.
Boreli looked at me rather strangely. "You...call yer mother a slut?" he asked.
"Aye, she be a fine slut. My beautiful slut," I replied. I watched his face scrunch up in disgust.
"I be a crazy bastard, but I ain't that crazy. You some new breed of Human and Orc or something?" he asked.
I decided not to answer him.
I then dismissed Ellen, Liara, and the elves. This left Astell and me alone aside from the sleeping warrior off to the side. I then held out his plate. "Hungry?" I asked.
"Enough to eat dog shit," he replied. While that made me laugh, the image that be pictured within my mind was not good for my brain.
I slowly nodded and placed the wooden plate on the floor. Boreli stared at the food but his shackles kept him from moving toward their savory goodness. I don't blame the poor bastard. Krill, fish meats, fruit, hog ribs, and chicken eggs be a mighty fine meal for anyone. I do be sure that I had eaten far less savory food when I had first started out as a captain in my previous life.
I ate my food vigorously while Boreli watched me. His eyes shook like a dying man and his stomach rumbled like thunder in the skies.
"Well? Why don't ya eat?" I asked.
His chains rattled.
"Captain, ya seem to have placed the food out my reach," he answered. He moved his arms to show me the obvious truth.
I took a piece of rib and ate that as well. "Aye, I guess that be the case. Alright, I'll let ye feast if ye be a guide for me," I stated.
I thoroughly enjoyed the Gull's Gaze on Astell's face. His head tilted to the side and his eyes wide like those of a bird, filled with utter confusion in regards to my demand.
The poor son of a royal bitch opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally spoke. "A...guide?" he asked.
"I don't stutter. You be a guide for me and my ship and I shall feed you until I decide whether or not you become shark bait,"
Between the both of us, the only sound being made was of the delectable crunch of cooked krill. That does remind me that I best loot some herbs and spices when the opportunity presents itself.
"And where am I...guiding you to? It can't be anywhere with amazing treasures. You think I'd be in debt if it was?" he questioned.
I placed his plate of food on his lap. "Follow directions. That be all you need to do. You'll know when I need you," I returned while finishing the last vestiges of my food. I pushed the chair away and stood to my feet.
"Wait, we have not yet reached an agreement yet!" He exclaimed.
"There be no agreement, Astell. You do it or I cut off each of your limbs and feed them to the wild dogs on the plains of Gidfor. Enjoy your food," I answered.
I turned around and faced the door.
"Well, I guess I don't have a choice in the matter. I'll guide ye as best I can, Captain!"
The only thing I remember after that statement was the sound of thunder. When I turned around I noticed Boreli clutching three broken fingers, each snapped in a different direction from the others. He wept and cried pitifully, his form hunched in a corner like a troll while his food laid ruined upon the floor before I turned around.
"Don't call me Captain," I said, the words flowing through my mouth like searing embers onto the hard ground. I then uttered some magic words and repaired the damage I think I had done to his fingers. I floated his food back into his plate and laid it on his lap before I closed the door. The last thing I heard as I left were sobs of my prisoner.
Once I stepped outside, I noticed my crew looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
Someone pointed to the sky. I looked up and I noticed storm clouds began to gather. My mouth thinned.
...Well dammit.
With a day ruined by rain once again, or by my mood if ye wish to judge me harshly, tomorrow came upon my ship as I stepped outside and breathed the salty air once more.
"If we keep swabbing the deck of rainwater, then the mops are going to lose their hair," my mother said as I watched about five or six men clean the deck once again. I be not ashamed to say that I felt rather embarrassed by this fact.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and laid my head on her neck. "What got ye in such a panty's twist yesterday anyway?" she asked.
I sighed. "My prisoner said one word too many," I replied.
"Should I gag him?" she asked.
"Nah, if you or any other lass on this ship do it then that be a reward for him,"
"Ah, he be that kind of bastard then,"
"That he be,"
As I held my mother, I thought to spend my time leisurely, but unfortunately, that could not be done today. Any leisure time I might have had was supposed to be used yesterday instead of me us waiting for the storms to pass.
Now, perhaps I best clear something else up. Aye, I could have stopped the storms and dispelled with the rainfall if I desired, but...I do rather enjoy the rain very much. Although, I would assume that if anyone be wielding the powers of the seas then they should be well-acquainted with water in all forms. Plus, the rain gave me enough time to not only charter our course for Delverhold, but also it gave time for me to look through Ellen's list of auctions.
It be an aggravating thing I had to sort through because, in my previous life, I had not encountered what I needed for the isles until long before I had conquered them. Apparently, what I needed had fallen into the lap of some pathetic noble that I killed and raided. Due to my anger at finding this artifact, the town that noble had resided in had been sunk into the depths of the sea when the sun rose the next day.
...Aye, not one of me best moments.
I kissed my mother once more before I spoke. "Tell me mother, how would ye like to watch your son take a seat and bet his fortune away at an auction?" I asked.
In response, my mother pulled the side of my cheek. "A pirate's luck may change as quickly as coin changes hands through the City of Merchants. I'd pistolwhip ya if I didn't bet on your crazy mind having some end goal," she replied.
I rubbed my cheek and swatted her ass which made her jump before I moved away to conduct some business. That business was informing Ellen, the elves, and Liara that they would be coming with me to attend the auction tonight. None saw fit to rebuke my decision and with those matters finished, I gathered Maeloson, Aesteal, Ellen, and my mother together. I told them that they would be going out.
"Someone else I'll need to fuck up?" my mother asked, the zeal of a true female pirate upon her visage.
"As much as that be one fine way to turn me on, that be not the case for today," I said. I then handed each of them a rather sizable coin pouch. There be no need to tell them that this was from my own funds.
"Since I wasn't informed of this shit, I assume this be not the monthly allowance," Ellen said as she weighed the hefty pouch in her hands.
"Aye, ye be right, Ellen. If you all remember, I have allowed you all to peer into my book of worldwide materials. Now, here be lists for each of ya. Scavenge the markets and purchase these materials and bring them back to me. There be a vital need for them all," I replied.
They each took their lists and walked down the ship. Maeloson and Aesteal were fully robed to hide their beautiful elven features. Just in case, I decided to split up the elves. Ellen would take Aesteal and my mother would take Maeloson. Not that I believed they would get caught, but if they did then at least they both wouldn't be captured. Of course, I'd drown the city of C'ula into a watery grave if they were.
Anyway, with the members of my true crew scattered into the C'ula streets, I found my fate intertwined with Liara once again. I knocked on her door and instead of either a delectable witch or a stubborn gunslinger for a bodyguard, I was greeted with the towering form of Liara's other aide, Goron.
I actually be surprised that I don't run into the big lug as much as I figured I would. As big as the ship is, I have only run into him a handful of times. Where does a guy this size hide if not in the belly of a Leviathan sea beast?
"Lady Liara, the captain wishes your attention," he said.
"As I had foreseen, Goron. Tis best not to block the captain of the ship from any room he seeks to reside in. Do come in, Captain. Unfortunate about yesterday's weather, I had hoped you would come to see me before the storm," she called.
Goron moved to the side and I stepped through the door. Now that I take a good look at the giant, I find there to be almost no way that he could make it through the door with his frame. How did he even get in and out in the first place?
I be asking ye to not hold it to me too much that I didn't know much of Goron. I had never paid too much attention in my past life. He was a simple afterthought that was not worth too much of my attention. I curiously scanned my Liara's memories, but any thought of Goron seemed clouded in a drape of smoke whose body I could not see over.
When I stopped trying to search, I looked into Liara's eyes and there I found a rather mysterious smile on her face. I cannot begin to explain how uncomfortable that smile makes me, but it is also apart of my attraction to the Witch. It matters not the time nor the age that I might be in, the witch always seems to know something which I do not, even when I hold some of her memories at my disposal.
Also in the room, I noticed Diane staring at me from a corner of the room with a short stack of books in her arms. Though I noticed the unwelcoming glare she gave me, I dare say that I saw her legs tremble and her tits press against her shirt. For her own pride, I decided not to address this.
I turned my attention back to Liara, who was sitting inside an array of magic that had been drawn with animals' blood. Bones and skulls from these various creatures surrounded her as she began practicing her witchcraft. If I remember this spell from all the ones in my head, then I she be communicating with the lost souls on the third circle of Haganthar.
There are tales that a great evil god rules the Ten Circles of Haganthar. The third circle be a rather odd one since it is a rather picky one to get sent to when you die. The third circle consists of all the priests, priestesses, monks, and nuns, and other holy fuckers who had lost their faith and induldged in the deplorable shit that would make even as unruly pirate grimace.
Their punishment is that demons do as they like with them. Rape, whip, torture, devour, it matters not as long as it hurts. Yet, through it all, they must continue to pray and beg for forgiveness from the gods in the hopes that they are allowed dead. If they should stop, whether from death or exhaustion, flames overtake their bodies and are fierce enough to burn both soul, spirit, and body. Once the body dies, the flames burn the soul with searing torment that seemed to bring it back to life to only go through its horrors once again. No one, not even Liara, knows why this is. Some say it to be because these flames are the Flames of Life that are said to burn with such intensity that no amount of water can douse them.
I'd say the fuckers deserved it, but...the thought of fucking a wayward nun did appeal to me. I also be sure that somewhere in those ten circles is a place for me. I be sure that there should have been a place for me had I not been resurrected.
I focused my attention on Liara more closely. I stood just outside of her magic circle. "Liara, I wish you to journey into C'ula with me today and tonight," I stated.
I felt a swirl of magic pressure and the array of mysticism lit up with glowing purple energy.
"Oh my, to require my presence through the cycles of the sun and the moon? Have I bewitched you so heavily, Eric Drakclaw?" she asked, her eyes closed. I saw the smile on her face, but chose not to comment. Even one such as I can get swept up into her ways if I do not proceed with caution.
"You play coy, Liara. You have bewitched many a man and woman with your sultry body. A great treasure surrounded by thorns and thistles that only the bravest man be tempted to venture for. Perhaps it is I who bewitched you, or perhaps we simply have bewitched each other and continue these thrilling exchanges between you and I before we both explode in enough lust that not even legions of succubi could siphon it all off," I said.
Ilzahold laughed. "My, such a forward young man. Very well, I shall attend any activities and festivities you have planned for us today. What might we be doing?" she asked.
"Searching for archaic texts," I said.
To Liara's credit, the witch did not appear to be disturbed by my announcement, but there was the briefest flare of magical aura that led me to believe she was just as thrilled as I was.
"Hmmm, such lofty confidence. I look forward to seeing these seeds bear fruit. Very well, I shall journey with you through the City of Merchants, Eric Drakclaw. I have learned much upon this voyage. I pray that thee continues to keep my attention," Liara said.
The smile on my face thinned. "I'll try to hold your expectations then," I said. I then turned around and gave one last knowing smirk to Diane. With that, I then proceeded out the door.
For the next two hours, I began shifting the scheduling orders of the crew since my Quartermaster, First Mate, and elves were all preoccupied. Some of the crew came to me with concerns in regard to the damage the magic barrier had sustained from the Callamum ships and their cannon barrage. I eased their concerns. Nothing short of the mighty kraken could pierce such a barrier.
With those worries removed and some other important matters discussed, I decided that now be a good time to start working myself back to what my body had been in my previous life. For that, I enlisted the aid of Lady Knight. My crew gathered around and cheered as they watched us have our bout.
I dare think in some aspect, this combat training be a good reliever of the piling stress on Lady Knight. No doubt she was held quite a lot of frustration that required venting. Ala, what better than I be capable of relieving a woman of her tension and stress?
I admit Alteria truly deserved her title of knight. She swung her blade with the ferocity and grace that one thinks when they imagine those dedicated knights of the Hæňgaram Empire. Nevertheless, I did not play to her standard. I played to my own. My use of my powers, my way of fighting dirty, I held none of them back.
As a knight such as her might think, I bet she finds my fighting rather cowardly. Those cute, annoyed looks that appear upon her visage make me smile. I did not mind if she thought my methods to be cowardly. Honor be a cold blanket for a corpse during such things like combat.
By the end, we were both thoroughly without breath. Her once orderly hair became unkempt and unruly. It held a rather interesting feral look to it that drove me wild. I don't think we cared much about the win or the loss. It be a mere session of sparring. Granted, I would have to buy a new cutlass since the lass' blade had effectively cut mine in two. Then again, perhaps exchanging blows with Hæňgaramian steel using Draegnar steel be not the best idea.
However, if there be one thing I didn't much enjoy then it be that smug look on her face when she saw that she had stripped me of my blade. When she walked away with confidence, I couldn't help swirling a small whip of water and striking her bountiful ass which made it jiggle and her jump. My crew cheered and hollered at this action while she took into account what had just happened.
Lady Knight faced me angrily and I finished our little arrangement with a wink of the eye. Naturally, this be just to let her know that disabling me of a mere sword be no cause for celebration. She settled for glaring at me as she left while someone offered me a wet towel.
I soaked my face and washed away my sweat just in time for Liara to walk out of her room. The Witch of Draegnar looked as captivating in the sun as she did in the darkness. Every eye of my crew was stunned by her beauty. Even I stare longer than I had thought when I focused on those wondrous black hair and that mysterious body that seems to hold some otherworldly spell enchantment to it.
"Shall we set off this day, Eric? The duties of the sun wait for no one," she said, her voice laced with sweetness and desire.
"Just do well that I be not fighting off the hordes of men that cannot control their lust when they feast their eyes upon a forbidden treasure such as yourself," I said as I grabbed my captain's coat and lugged it over my shoulder.
"My, I do suppose you make a valid point. Not even one such as I can handle such much responsibility for the madness of men," she answered.
I think I chuckled, but it might have come out as more of a snort. I took her hand and guided her down the ship's docking stairs. Not even a second off the ship and we were already given look of astonishment.
I would say that Liara should have worn a disguise, but I rather pity the fool who tries to tangle with her. Between my abilities and her aptitude for magic, I doubt anything on this planet save for the heathen gods could stand in our way.
As Liara and I walk through C'ula, I am tempted to rearrange my thinking when I see everyone stare at her. Men and women are left with their tongues on the floor at her beauty and I even spot some men displaying their appreciation of her with reckless abandon. I dare say their cocks could pierce their pants if they were any straighter.
"Hmm, well this is a tad unsettling. Let us do something about that," Liara said as I noticed her gather a ball of purple magic in her hands.
"Urunnim," she whispered. Her ball of magic then expanded and then swept over the entire city like a rushing tide of water. As soon as its light settled, everyone seemed confused as to where Liara had gone, even though the witch was still next to me.
"Ah, illusion magic. Must be quite handy," I replied. From what I saw in my Liara's memories, the spell she used had just affected the whole city into thinking that the bewitching woman whom they had been looking at had disappeared for a more average girl. I don't really know what they were seeing since Liara's spell hadn't affected me. I still saw the Witch in all her splendor.
"Tis there to be used, Eric Drakclaw. To not use it when the option be there is only a waste of the energies that have been given to us. Now then, shall we proceed?" she asked.
Who I be to argue with such a fine woman?
Within the City of Merchants, Ilzahold and I beheld the city and all its oddities. Perhaps I best think that she be the one beholding anything since I had my fair share of anything to look at in C'ula. How fortunate that I be in such a mood to see things without the sound of thunder in the sky.
As we walked, I dare say that the mighty witch, who seems to spend her time retreating from the gazes of society, passed her eye over a select number of stalls with worthless trinkets. Nevertheless, I saw something within those unaging eyes. For a woman who seemed to hold the very fabric of the strings of the world in her palms, I briefly saw a look of loneliness in those boundless pools.
She then walked away. I watched her go before I turned my attention to what must have fascinated her so.
"You gonna stare or you gonna buy, boy? I ain't got the daylight to be having you driving away my potential customers. What have ya? I gots two Cag stones for ten silvers! I also gots fine jewels to make any lass die to share her night with ya! See here, necklaces from the far sands of Shamra, only 100 silver. Perhaps ya girl enjoys something more...personal. I gots rings forged in Hæňgaram steel, only 20 gold," the merchant said.
Though to my eye, all this junk be just some man's shoddy attempt at mimicry, I nonetheless honed in on what I had been looking for. I reached for a sapphire crystal etched into a silver ring.
"Ah, that ring. Yer the second person today who has feasted their eyes on it. Ya see that lady who walks down the road? She was staring at it for a moment. I don't know why. It be a piece of shit my friend's son found swimming in the C'ula seas one night. He claimed it might fetch me a hefty sum, but I ain't found shit," he said.
"How much for this?" I asked.
"What? You're actually gonna buy that piece of junk?" he asked.
I stared at him and contemplated whether or not to just put a bullet in his head and take the ring for myself out of sheer annoyance but, luckily for him, he answered. "50 silver," he said.
I scattered the coins on his table and stuffed the ring into my pocket.
It did not take me too long to locate Liara. She seemed to be waiting for me a few stalls down. "Has C'ula awakened your fancy and your coin?" she asked.
"Perhaps," I returned.
We continued to walk for a time before I decided that if I were to speak to the witch about important matters, then it would have to be now. "Tell me, Liara, have your ears ever heard of a Moonstone?" I asked her.
The witch did not answer me immediately. I did not push for her to either. Instead, we continued walking and we turned a corner.
"There be very few things I have ever not heard of, Eric Drakclaw. I have indeed heard of moonstones. Yet, I am once again intrigued at your seemingly profound knowledge of such matters," she claimed.
I be unsure of what expression I had on my face at the time since I was in too much thought about what Ilzahold could tell me. I think she became aware of this as well.
"Well, seeing as how I do not sail under the flag of Eric Drakclaw just yet, how much am I to be paid for this information or shall I just add this to the rest of our bargain?" she asked.
"Keep up the sass and I'll turn your reward into a punishment," I replied.
The Witch placed a hand over her mouth. "I must say, never has one spoken to me so brazenly. Surely, I wonder whether what I heard beyond my walls be either one or the other," she returned.
"Hmm, moonstones. Not even I know of their origin. Some ancient alchemists have theorized that they come from beyond the stars. Some claim them to come from the Celestial Realm. Others claim them to be fragments of Moon Goddess Selene's fury upon those who commit evil in the night. However, all those who have studied them have claimed that there is quite an unusual aura that surrounds them," she told.
I thought about this. That unusual aura might be the thing that affected my powers so terribly. Still, a piece of rock from beyond the stars or a fragment of a divine god's wrath was the cause of his downfall? Just how the hell was I supposed to place my faith in that?
...Aye, very well. I suppose it be filthy rich coming from the man with control of the tides. Ye might have that one.
"Is there any chance you lay claim to one or two?" I asked.
As much as I tried to seem nonchalant about this, I already knew the witch was more perspective than that. Not even gods and demons are able to trick her. What chance should I have? Besides, I wished her as part of my crew. There be no true need for me to be dishonest with her. Granted, if by some odd fate that I be unable to sway the witch to my ship then I would merely need to find some way of dealing with her should she uncover my weakness.
Besides, as it stood, if I could find it, I had knowledge of her weaknesses as well. Naturally, I would endeavor for it to not get to that point, but I be not in the mood to get betrayed a second time! Such a feeling, I shall NEVER forget it.
"Something troubles you?" she asked.
"No, why?" I asked.
I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh when she looked up. I didn't dare look up at the grey clouds I knew were in the sky. Thankfully, I must not have been angry enough because it didn't start to rain.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Forget it. Thoughts trouble me that shouldn't at this time. I thank you for that piece of information. One last question, what do you know of Kavtha?" I asked.
"My my, Tis quite the day for such odd questions. Hmm, I see. So this be why we reside in Fiolomir, especially the lands of C'ula. Best to not speak of the sea golem so casually here. Many would attempt to burn your ship for heresy," she replied.
I snorted. "They be welcome to try. I shall find the best test if their little god will come to save them when I cast them all down into Angorak Abyss," I spoke.
Despite the rather morbid conversation we entered, Liara blessed me with another laugh. "It be quite true that the depths of fanaticism run the body to the grave faster than any sword or bullet," she answered.
We walked in silence for a while before she spoke. "Hmm, Kavtha. I have not spoken to him in about 300 years. Last time we spoke he nearly drowned C'ula and Fiolomir because I dared not for him a Water Monolith Crystal. For one, he's hardly a deity. He be just a lazy stone giant that enjoys the praise those who best have simpler minds. Hmm, what be your goal for such a question?" she asked.
"How high shall his anger soar should I take something of his for my own means?" I asked.
"Oh, how daring you be, Eric Drakclaw. Such would turn you into a notorious criminal across not just C'ula, but also Fiolomir. I dare say that not even the kingdoms of Callamum and Evir will let you off in spite of their war. Thou continues to intrigue me," she answered.
"Stay upon my ship and I shall never cease, Witch," I answered.
"A strong case you continue to make. Now then, back to Kavtha, as with all deities and self-proclaimed deities, tis only natural that he values his things. Should you steal from him I have no doubts that he would follow you until he sunk your ship into the abyss. For beings that seem to have lived since time immemorial, the gods have outstanding memory should a grudge be formed," she answered.
"I frowned. "And how many have you formed?" I asked.
Liara did not answer me immediately once again. However, I don't think she enjoyed the answer she gave me. "That be why the gods and those others of the Celestial Realm have an outstanding memory, Eric. Not even one such as I can fathom how many grudges I have formed, mortal or otherwise," she answered.
I stopped and Liara stopped with me. I stared at this mighty woman who had lived for longer than any human would want. I could not hope to match the number of years she had walked upon this world, constantly searching for whatever fancied her interests.
"Ilzahold, I care not for your reasons in seeking the Delverhold. Even a pirate scum such as I can honor the deals he makes. I warn you to not underestimate Delverhold. The reason I need that artifact from Kavtha is because, without it, you will know how many of those grudges you have formed," I replied.
The Witch of Draegnar stared at me. Her eyes continued to search mine with persistence and intrigue. "Tis noted, Eric Drakclaw. Now then, shall we move on?" she asked.
I agreed. With that said, I now have to wonder why Liara never asked me why I had asked her about the moonstone. Perhaps my thoughts were on other matters, or perhaps...I didn't wish to know.
By the time we returned to the ship, I be reminded of an ageless curse that any man must endure when he be in the company of a woman. Whether he be as high as Zeus or as low as a goblin, every male be reduced to a mule stuffed full of packages, pouches, and trinkets. I quickly made the note to myself to never walk in places with Liara without aid. Granted, a lot of this stuff was indeed for me since I needed it, but I had not been expecting her expertise in my materials to be so in-depth.
Even worse be that I dare say she enjoyed this meager torture that she had inflicted upon me. Well, it did not matter. I had me own ways of paying the dirty witch back.
Anyway, the sun began to set over the great sea of C'ula once again. This time, however, there be no rain in sight. I tried not to let my annoyance show when my crew stated that Poseidon must have realized what an evil bastard of a son I was and decided to take away my powers. Naturally, I quelled those thoughts with a slash of water that sent some of my crewmates overboard. Given that they all laughed, I see that none of them hold it to grudge.
While those of my men who weren't soaked like sea slugs pulled out the ones who were, I quickly took stock of all the items my mother, Ellen, and the elves had purchased. I dare not exaggerate that going over these materials took me about three hours.
Once this be done, I stepped out of my quarters with some notably cleaner clothes than what I had been wearing recently. Ellen, my mother, and Liara stepped out as well. Each of them was dressed in garments that would fill the fantasy of men and women. Obviously, I be no different.
Should you ask why I and these three sirens that keep me company decided to dress like the shits from noble houses, then I shall inform you that we be attending an auction tonight. If everything be according to what I know from my past life, then what I need will be there.
"What crazy bitch wears this shit on a daily basis? I am not some little girl's dress-up doll!" My mother said as she pulled at some cloth that had been wrapped around her neckline.
"Be grateful you were not instructed in decorum and royal etiquette. It is nigh maddening," Alteria said. I believe this was more to herself, but my mother answered anyway.
"Like I care to surround myself with the silver-tongued serpents that care more about frilly shit and throne wars than their own incompetence," My mother replied.
Now that I be aware of it, I seem to recall my mother never had a high opinion of nobles. I never thought to ask her why.
"Put up with it for about two or three hours. Besides, blame your gull's shit of a son if you wish to be angry," Ellen thumbed over to me.
As much as I wished to tease my mother, I couldn't deny from the way I pawed at my own attire that I be not in the best mood for this shit either.
"Put up with it, both of you. I don't enjoy it any more than ye do. If I get what I want then this'll be the only time we all ever wear this shit," I stated.
Ellen and my mother grumbled, but they both dared not go against my word.
"Now now, tis not so intolerable. For a pirate, you present your ship well, Eric Drakclaw," Liara complimented.
I thanked the witch for the compliment. Granted, I don't truly understand what my mother and Ellen be complaining about. What we wear currently be about the same thing unless with little to no holes in them. Of course, their short leather pants show off their legs beautifully. Their silk shirts wonderfully hide their breasts from my view, and it be that underlying temptation that drives me to forgo the auction and take them both into my quarters.
Then there be Liara. Oh seas, there be the Witch of Draegnar. I be once again reaffirmed that there can not exist an attire that Ilzahold would not drive a man or woman to unfathomable lust. I dare say that just like my mother and Ellen. she chose more casual clothes that showed off those glorious legs of hers. The only difference here be that I dare say she was intentionally doing this to me. There be a mischievous look in her eyes when she caught me appreciating her.
Pleasantries exchanged, I left the ship with the four of us while Maeloson, Aesteal, and Diane served as our group's personal guards.
Once again, through the candle-lit streets of C'ula, we walked together and there be no eye that did not gaze upon my group. Well, I would say that more eyes and heads were turned in the direction of the girls who accompanied me. Unfortunately, I had to keep the elves cloaked still but I be thankful that neither seemed to mind. Although, I do see something in the eyes of Aesteal when she looks upon us. I never thought elves to be a jealous race, but there be a glimmer in her eyes that I'm surprised a warrior like her can possess.
Not even half an hour passed before we all stood before the rather impressive building that laid claim to its title of C'ula's Auction House.
The building is fairly impressive. It stands higher than any normal auction house in almost any other nation or region. It's size placed it at least half the size of C'ula's trading market. Lights litter its enormous entrance and even more light up the windows on the above floors. Hundreds of men and women kick up dust and dirt in their shoes as they enter and leave this place.
Some leave with carts, others leave with collared slaves. Most are met with auction officials who hand them their prizes outside the door while the wonderful coin trades hands from rich to poor and so on.
"Shall we enter?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," my mother and Ellen said.
We all walked inside.
Whatever business had been happening before we entered the hall had stopped when we came inside. All eyes turned to us just as they had done outside. Like a rather intimate spell spun by the greatest mages of this world's time, people froze as they gazed upon Liara's beauty. I think some of them were just as easily attracted to either Ellen or my mother, but just as with every person who views her for the first time, the people find words not with them.
"Ye truly be a sinful witch. Just look at what you have done to some of these poor men," I said.
Hard cocks, drooling mouths, quivering legs, wide eyes, what more could describe the bewitching allure of Ilzahold that would make even the sanest man go crazy with thoughts of great lust?
"Tis most vexing. Shall I change this form before I am to take responsibility for driving these people to madness, Eric?" the witch asked.
"No," I replied.
"This shall be the only viewing of you that they shall get up close. Tonight, men will lay with their wives and dream of you. Women will lay with their husbands and which your tongue be upon them. Let them embrace you, feast upon you, and worship you for this night before they return home praying to the gods for some fortune that they might gaze upon you again. A fine woman such as you who hides dares hide such beauty away ought to be ashamed," I stated.
Liara stared upon my visage. "Perhaps. Perhaps that be the case," she answered.
As the crowd settled for gazing at the witch, I snapped one attendant's attention from her for long enough to register for the auction of my choice.
"1000 gold," the person said. I handed them a bag full of the shiny coins. They took the bag and gave me a rolled-up scroll tied in the red tape of C'ula's tapestry. I was handed my certificate before I placed another 500 gold on the table.
"Private viewing," I said.
The attendant nodded and took the other sack of gold. I was then given a gold coin. Its face was embedded with the national flag of the C'ula nation. I then took the coin and motioned for the others to follow.
I turned around just in time to see Liara bid everyone a farewell. As we all walked down a hall, she walked next to me.
"Such gazes, though appreciative, are unnecessary. Tis not in my interest to be viewed by so many people. Only those who hold my interest may view me in such a way. Tis most fortunate that my clientele be only those I have permitted to know me," she replied.
I smiled. "And what be that of me?" I asked.
"The greatest intrigue that has walked into my doors in the last 200 years. Also, the only one in my lifetime who has dared to kiss me so boldly. ," she answered.
"Best to not pretend you didn't like it, Witch,"
"I had not said that,"
My crew walked up about fifteen sets of stairs that be nigh maddening on the legs, but when we finally arrived we be greeted by two men dressed on clothing fit for servants.
They spoke not a word when they saw the scroll in my hand and the gold coin in the palm of my mother's. Instead, they reached into their shirts and pulled out a small book. Maeloson took the book and they pushed the doors aside which allowed us to partake of the auction.
Once we were all inside, they closed and locked the door. From where we stood, I noticed we be upon a high balcony section. Comfortable chairs, trays of food, and glorious pitchers of wine be aplenty
"Be grateful for any delicate wine to pass by my lips since the import costs of that shit run rather high for Draegnar, but did we really pay 1500 gold just for this?" Ellen asked.
I took a seat. "There be more than just this fancy shit for the price. You lot will understand soon enough. Now, enjoy yourselves. Gorge if ya wish. We won't be eating such fine meats after C'ula," I warned.
Aside from Liara, the others stared at me with worried looks, but they took their seats. Well, some more than others. Before my mother could sit, I grabbed her arm and swung her over to me. Her warm plump ass fell onto my lap while she took account of what had just happened.
"Ya make it real hard to not shot you, Eric," she stated as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I love it when ya threaten me," I told her. I then surprised her with a kiss. Her chest rose and fell in my arms, but I pulled away before she could savor the feeling.
Meanwhile, I watched Diane pour Liara a glass of wine. Those glasses looked quite exquisite. Now, being the deplorable captain that I be, I mentally suggested to myself to procure those glasses for later. Who would better use them than I?
Ellen grabbed her own tray of food along with some wine for herself as well.
Maeloson and Aesteal didn't seem interested because they acted like the food and wine did not even exist.
"Now then, Eric Drakclaw, I do think you have kept the lot of us in suspense enough. What be in this auction that will aid us in Delverhold?" Liara asked.
I watched about 10 or so men and women flow into the lower seats of the auction room. Nobles began filling up the balcony seats just like we were. I think some of the nobles spotted Liara because they glanced at our section more than once.
"The Heart of Kavtha. It be a supposedly divine artifact that can turn water into blood. It be why some refer to the water golem as one of the 15 Blood Gods. We will need that artifact because there be someone on Delverhold that will demand blood, and should you not have the amount then he will take it until he be satisfied," I answered.
Not much could confuse Liara, but I dared not forget the look of uncertainty on her face. I bet at this very moment she was going through every demon, god, monster, and beast that she could think of. Fortunately for her, it was one that she knew. Unfortunately, it wasn't one she was going to like.
"You sound like you have lived it already," Maeloson said.
I dared not tell them that I already had. Due to my own negligence and pride as a stubborn captain, I held more than 100 burials for my crewmates before we had left the island. Of course, I had lived it. I had never forgotten it and I most likely never would. Yet, I would be damned if I allowed such a fate to befall me once again.
"Rumors carry themselves with the wind," I stated.
I think Maeloson wanted to question me further but we were all taken from our thoughts when the harsh thud and clack of the heels of shoes upon wood assaulted our ears.
An adult male came from the side of some prestige red curtains. His hair be dusty blond and his facial hair be that of a swindling businessman, a goatee fit for his trade. He dressed in the monkey suits one would expect shits like him to wear.
"Zat'hal! Good evening, and welcome all ye guests, members, and buyers of the C'ula Auction House. The ancient texts of A'z one stated, 'The only thing one desires above all things is the ability to possess all things.' Once again, we have before you a wide selection suited to every palette. Whether you be the son of a noble family, or whether you be a simple merchant looking to stake greater claim to merchandise, there be much to find from tonight's selection," he boasted.
Murmurs and applause rained down upon the room in droves.
"Did this A'z guy really say some shit like that?" Ellen asked to the oldest living person in our balcony.
Liara smiled. "That he did, Though I do believe the context by which this is meant tis not so simple to understand. Then again, it gets the point across well," the witch replied.
I had never heard of this A'z before now. Do not be too surprised. If it did not deal with gold, women, or fine treasures then it was hardly worth my notice to remember until much later in my life.
"Our first item, retrieved from the great depths of the Vale Sea, is a set of armor once wielded by a black knight. Legend states that this armor holds within it all the souls that have been slain by the knight during his hellish crusade. Any person who comes into its possession shall gain the strength and ferocity that the knight once wielded! Let's start at 3,000 gold!" He claimed.
I watched some servants bring the black suit of armor in front of the crowd. Its great sheen was a marvel on the eyes and its material reminded me of something familiar which I could not place.
"3,500!"
"4,000!"
"4,200!"
"6,000!"
"7,500!"
Diane rolled her eyes. "Please, I could turn that hammered piece of metal into scrap if given the time," the gunslinger said.
"Now now, Diane, no need to be rash. Even if such armor be low-quality, it still be a cursed item. I have need of such items for another purpose,"
Ellen snorted. "Only you two would talk about shit like this as if it were mere shit on a dog's lawn," she said with her arms folded.
"Sold for 10,000 gold! May you find the strength of Hercules and the valor of Ares!" the man said before he the servants picked up the suit of armor and carried it away.
I laughed to myself. I had not known for Ares, the god of war, to be known for his valor. Almost sounded like Zeus to be known for his mercy and faithfulness.
As I watched materials, treasures, and other things of uninterest pass my gaze, I suddenly shivered when I felt my mother rock her legs and ass over my cock. I did not think this to be on purpose, but that did not matter to me. The flames of my lust had been stirred and my eyes were glazed by the sight of my mother's beauty. Beneath these glowing ceiling lights, her red hair seemed like a sea of rising fire that I could not resist.
"Eric, what are you...oooooooh" My mother moaned quietly as my hands slowly rubbed her curves. The feeling of her shirt sliding through my fingers and against her skin felt thoroughly stimulating. How I enjoyed having this woman so close to me.
My mother's body shivered as I took one of my hands from her curves and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "Mother, you do it once again. You make me crazy for you. Did you shake this ass of yours to entice me?" I asked as my lips placed soft kisses on her neck.
"You...uuuuggh...told me to sit...ahhh...here," she replied as her face gently leaned against mine.
Be that as it may, I be sure that it be no illusion that my mother's caresses had gotten more intense. Her hands slowly moved along my chest as the man's voice and auction drowned itself away as we partook of each other. If anyone else was watching, then they didn't say anything.
"Aye, that I did. I love you dearly. I love you deeply. Every opportunity, I wish you to see where we are. Had you thought we would be here with hundreds of miles of sea between us and Draegnar? Do you know why I did all that? It be so I could hold you in me own arms. Now, you reciprocate by wantonly grinding against me," I claimed.
I could see her nipples pierce her shirt as I slowly took one button from the other. Her lips placed enticing, yet rough kisses on my cheek while her tongue tickled my earlobe. How could I hold back the gates of my lust under such motions?
"You know damn well that be not my intention, but should we not wait for the ship?" she asked.
I answered her question by slipping my hands beneath her shirt. I then crawled them up feeling the delicate skin cling to my fingers. Her rising lust, her eager anticipation, and her nervous shivers, I felt them all as my fingers sailed higher and higher until they reached the wondrous twin mountains that be her breasts.
"Mmmph, I be unsure if I bathed you in a...pool of lust for...you to attack me so eagerly," she softly panted as my fingers pinched the ends of her nipples. The ministrations of her body over my erection grew rougher as the auction proceeded.
"Arrrr, you be unsure whether it was you or whether it was I that swam in such waters. No single bath could hold enough lustful fluid that drives me to care for you so," I returned.
My mother smiled before she pulled my head towards her and claimed my lips with her own. I be surprised that so much hesitance had been drained from her spirit during this voyage. Now, she kissed me with great passion of her own volition. Her tongue swirled with mine and her teeth nibbled my lower lip roughly, yet playfully.
As much as I enjoyed this feeling, I painfully twisted her nipples just to rein her in. However, judging by the warm quivers running through her body, I'd say she much enjoy this heated pain.
"Mmmph...puaaaah...muaaaahhh...should I inflate your ego further I'd at least tell you I did not enjoy kissing your father as much as I do with you," she mentioned before she started kissing my cheek and my neck.
"That be the case? Then I shall endeavor for more betters than him," I returned.
I then proceeded to massage my mother's tits, alternating between gentle and rough strokes. Her ass massaged the full length of my cock which made my eyes close in pleasure.
"Pleasure me, mother. Pleasure this cock that rises for you so proudly. Right here, as hundreds of men and women waste their coin on auction items, I'm going to fuck you like the pirate slut you be," I teased.
"Mmmm, yes sir!" my mother replied breathlessly. Her hands removed themselves from my chest and worked the buckle of my pants.
"10,000!"
"15,000!"
"30,000!"
I could hear the clamoring of the people below as I familiarized myself with my mother's body like a cartographer who studies the land for his maps. She tried to be silent while she rubbed her trembling thighs together. Her hands shakingly reached through my underwear for her prize. The gentle warmth of her palm then contacted my flesh.
"Hmmmm, do you feel that, mother? Do you feel my hard cock just ready to plunge into you with reckless abandon? I bet a slut like you would enjoy having men and women watch her get fucked by her son. Would you like that? Does that fancy you, mother?" I asked.
"And what about you, Eric? Would you enjoy having these coin gobblers watching your mother suck your cock like the fine ale jug? I be in the mood to try if you so desired. But, if ye desire to fuck me in front of everyone then I'll do my best to accommodate. Though I'll shoot the cock or tit of any man or woman who tries to join," she replied.
Her hand around my cock, she began to furiously jerk my cock with great speed.
"Ugggh mmmm, you tempt me, Mother. You tempt me better than any treasure or pouch of coin," I complimented.
Before she could answer, I kissed her again and she reciprocated in kind. Her fingers soaked into my skin and her nails lightly clawed at my aching sacks filled with cum just ready to be fired out. My cock stretched out to the point of being painful in my pants.
"Imagine it, Eric. Imagine it, Sir. Imagine you cumming inside me while I play your auction role for you? Every bid someone makes, I make one better as eyes turn to and gawk when they see your mother bounce upon your cock eager to swallow your cum with her pussy. Your mother proclaiming to all the bastards in this auction just how good her son be dominating he has allowed her to possess," she said.
Her words were like fire to my heart and passion to my loins. My mind painted me a picture of such a sight. Seas, what a woman! By the great seas, I loved my mother to the very depths of Haganthar. All the blood that had flown through the veins of my dick was bubbling and rushing. The senses deep within me longed to make that fantasy a reality.
Even now, I could feel the precum leaking from the slit of my cock and into my mother's finger.
"Tell me what you desire, sir. As the head of our household, how could I refuse you?" she asked me.
Despite the friction between us from our clothes, I could feel how sleek, wet, warm, and inviting her pussy felt from the way her cunt massaged the outer wall of my cock. She was positively dripping with need. My mind grew frantic. My senses left me. Seas, what a slut I loved!
SLAP!
The auction for only a moment as the sound of my hand against my mother's ass rang through every corner of the large room. Men and women glanced at each other in confusion while some others turned in our direction. Aye, we weren't very subtle. I say that because my mother was absolutely quaking in my arms with drool falling down the side of her lip. Her eyes grew hazy with the mystical powers of lust.
"Was my mother always a shameful wench?" I asked.
"Only for you, sir," she replied.
I think at this point it be obvious to the others what was happening between my mother and me. Ellen groaned and rolled her eyes while Liara smiled.
"Mmm, seems the auction be not the only show I am privileged to behold this night. Truly the House of Drakclaw shows no shame," she uttered.
Neither I nor my mother seemed embarrassed by the fact that we had been seen. Instead, my mother panted. "Eric, must your mother beg you further? Fuck me! Fuck your wench that cums at the thought of her son taking her wherever he might please. I...I want your cock inside me," she said.
"Then take my cock, Mother. Take my cock and cum as hard as you like with it," I suggested.
"Hmmm, yes sir!" She said.
My mother released her hold of my cock and slid down to the floor. She grabbed my pants and pulled them down with her. Liara, Diane, Aesteal, Ellen, hell I even think Maeloson, all stared at my raging flag at full mast. Out of the corner of my eye, dare I even say I saw Ellen clench her fists and bite her lower lips? I do dare to say so.
My mother then grabbed the buckle of her pants and pulled them down, undergarments and all. Her pussy dripped with so much juice that it trailed down her leg and into the soft carpet floors beneath our feet.
She then turned around and, in one swift motion, plunged my cock into her pussy as her ass sat in my lap. Oh SEAS, she felt as slippery as a merchant's lotion bottle. Her walls clung to me so fiercely that I had to grit my teeth to not cum in a single shot.
"Ooooooooooh! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Fuck this feels so good," My mother said as our bodies and sweat mixed together. I placed my hands on my mother's hips. She took that hint and began slowly bouncing upon my cock.
"Hmmmm...ooooooooh...ooooh fuck. Oh god, Eric, your cock feels so good!" My mother moaned. So wet was she that each thrust and bounce made a small squelching noise. I don't think she seemed to mind. As a matter of fact, neither did I.
As my mother rode my cock, her hands slid down and massaged her clit. I could feel the way her walls clenched around me before an orgasm ripped through her body.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!"
I covered my mother's mouth as she coated my dick with her love juice. Her hot breath tickled my fingers and she began sucking them and licking them.
I then stiffened when I felt a hand rub my balls. I looked down and I noticed Liara on her knees watching the act as closely as she could. Her tongue passed over her lips. As she cradled my balls between each finger. The feeling of the gloves she was wearing was quite stimulating.
"I trust that my attention is not needed for this auction to proceed. Besides, I must prefer this venue to the one below. To witness the unraveling of the chains of morality and order before my eyes be quite the sight," she said.
Between my mother, and Ilzahold, I could no longer hold myself back. I muttered some magic words that would reduce the sounds of my group to nothing. I then grabbed my mother's hips and thrust into her with as much strength as I could.
"OoooooooH! OH FUCK! Eric, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, you son of a glorious bitch! MMMMMUUAAAAA GOOOOOOOOOOD!" my mother cried as her breasts jiggled and her ass bumped against my crotch. I had no idea if anyone be watching us since I had not taken the time to cast any sort of invisibility spell, but I did not care. All I did care about was the thoughts of bolts of electricity firing through every nerve of my cock and my brain.
The thought that people were watching me commit one of the highest societal taboos with my own mother made my cock like forged iron. Every throat was another moan from her throat.
"Fuck, mother! Fuck, I'd keep my cock buried in your cunt every day if I could," I proclaimed.
"YES! OOOOOOOOOH YES, ERIC! Fuck your mother, every day if you wish! PUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAHHHH! Oh my god! OOOOOOOOOH SHIIIIIIIT! I...I'm gonna cum again! Hey, you auction fuckers, my son is making me FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUUUM!" My mother hollered into the void of silence around us as the silky walls of her cunt muscles strangled the length of my pistol once again. Her lusts washed over me like a falling tide just for us. With her body so close to me, I wondered if our breathing became as one for this moment.
Though I was still hard, I gave my mother a moment f reprieve so as not to overstimulate her. I took the time to survey my surroundings and it seemed that, like with Liara, the aura of lust that I exuded was so great that it had affected others. In two of the balconies across from me, I could see women blowing on their men's cocks like sweet candy.
In another balcony, hidden in the darkness, a woman had her legs wrapped around her husband's waist as he thrust his cock vigorously into her snatch while her dress remained disheveled. She silently moaned as to not draw attention to them.
"Next item, one might suggest that nothing of merit comes out of Filomir Highlands, but that be not the case today. Secured from an ancient temple deep within an unknown temple, Said to be the very heart of Fiolomir's god, Kavtha, this artifact is one that shall bring great fortune to our household. Any devotee to our lord, Kavtha, would feel honored to possess such an item," the stage man said.
I watched a servant bring out what I had desired for so long
To most, it might be an unassuming thing. It was a large urn, its corners busted open, and its body covered in images of the water golem. Its body was cast with burn iron and shards of faded crystal. I could feel the ways of magic coursing through its frame. That was what I needed.
"Liara, be a good witch and drop the spell for now. We are here to bid after all,"
The witch stared at me with mischievousness. "Quite true. Very well" she said. Her voice them moved over the area like a soft wind as she removed the spell I had placed. Now, should my mother scream, all eyes and ears would hone upon her.
"Starting offer is 60,000 gold," the auctioneer proclaimed.
"80,000,"
"100,000,"
"150,000"
"No, I'll offer up 200,000,"
Ah, now be the time that I am reminded of just how much I enjoy the banter and flying of coin from the mouths and lips of those with all to gain and all to lose. As they bet wildly around me, I feel my cock lurch in my mother's body. Her shaky breaths and soft contractions made my cock twitch, the cum stored in my balls had already reached the base of my cock. Like a dormant volcano, it was just ready to explode.
"Cumming without even asking for your son's permission. What a slutty mother you are. As punishment, why don't you bid for us? Let's make that fantasy of yours a reality!" He exclaimed.
My mother widened her eyes.
"E...Eric, what are yooooooooooooooooooh!" she moaned as I held her hips up and slammed them back down on my cock. The lust which had dampened in my body had returned with full force, but this was not enough. I stood up and my mother with me. Her hands on the balcony ledge, my hands on her waist, I drove my cock forward as deep into her as I could.
"Ooooooooooooooh...aaaaaaaaauuuuuuuugh. E-Eric, w-wait a...uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!" my mother protested in vain as each word was met with another relentless assault.
SMACK!
The harsh sound of my hand against her ass shocked the room once again. "Backtalk be punished, mother. I suggest you get to bidding before we lose our prize," I said
"E-Eric...haaaaaaaaa,"
SMACK!
"Ooooooooh fuck!" my mother replied before she raised her hand.
"3-3-3-300,000 GOLD!" she claimed.
It did not take long for eyes to fall upon her and for some to gasp in shock as they watched me thrusting into her as vigorously as I did. Truly, there could be no explanation for what we were doing aside from what people thought.
"Do you see that, Mother? Rich, poor, and all in the middle be watching you fuck your son like a slutty tavern wench in the midday sun," I whispered into her ear. I then sucked the back of her neck as her arm wrapped around the back of my neck and her hand held my hair.
Some men and women seemed to lose their voice as they were stuck between watching the artifact and watching an unknown mother and son fuck each other. I think some were losing that battle.
"350,000 gold!" someone shouted.
"375,000 GOOOOOOOLD!" My mother panted as she raised her hand to be acknowledged.
I could feel the eyes of the entire room on us. The feeling of being observed as I took my mother from behind was a feeling of ecstasy that I doubt many people would ever experience in their lifetime. Every shove into her glorious cavern was a clench of her pussy that made me wonder how I had not cum yet.
From being watched, her cunt was a raging inferno of passion and water. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH Eric! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Mmmmmmmmmmph!" my mother exclaimed.
I grabbed her head and turned it towards me. As the sound of our skin smacked aainst each other, I kissed her with no less fire than the previous time. "Seas, you're so hot," I said.
"Only for you, you motherfucker," she returned.
"4-400,000 gold!" someone said with shaky lips and uneven breaths.
"450,000 GOLD! Mmmmmmmmmuaaaaaaaa...FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Everyone watched my mother cum over my cock as her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment.
"500,000 gold!"
"600,000 GOLD!" she returned.
"600,000 gold. Going once...twice...sold to the amazing woman and man and their amazing performance!" the auctioneer said.
I be sure that the servants were slowly taking our prize into the back. "Very good, mother. Such work deserves a reward. Where should I cum?" I asked.
"Cum on me, sir! Let every one of these fuckers see that my son owes my body," she said.
"Very well," I said. I then heavily fucked my mother as our spectacle was made to the watching eyes of everyone. I could feel the cum swimming up the inner workings of my cock and blood drained from my mind as my eyes grew blurry.
"SEAS, I'm gonna cum!" I said without shame as I reluctantly pulled from my mother's cunt and released a torrent of cum that sprayed over her ass, back, and hair. I panted and fell back to my chair while my mother fell to the floor.
While I struggled to catch my breath, I felt a soothing sensation around my cock. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Liara on her knees slowly licking my cock free of the juices my mother and I had produced. Her tongue caressed my balls tenderly while she wrapped her delicate hands around my cock and jerked it for a few more times. The remnants of my cum that hadn't been expelled during my orgasm were pulled out by Ilzahold. She swallowed them eagerly until I was clean.
"Mmm tis quite a bit of volume this time," she said.
I chuckled.
"Great, we have the artifact. Can we go now?" Ellen asked. I decided not to point out the excited tits that pressed against her shirt.
I nodded. "Aye, we be done here. Let's go," I said.
As we piled up to leave, the auctioneer spoke. "And for tonight's special, we have our most prized item of the night. If you have saved you coin in anticipation of such a thing then I bet that ye all shall find favor with Plutus and Tyche tonight! Allow me to present, our main attraction for tonight!" he announced.
I should not have turned around, but since I had not been expecting to purchase anything else, I did. Seas, I cannot tell you how my world stopped at that moment.