Morning came to my ship. Though I had fallen asleep, I felt as if I had not slept at all. The memories of last night ran through my head as I placed trust in Aesteal and told her my entire story. I be unashamed in saying that sharing my tale had made my old salty heart rather...reserved. A bit unusual when I actually took the time to observe these actions, but I supposed it was because I had not actually spoken with anyone about this since I had come here, not even my own mother.
I wanted to argue that it was because of the bonding shit that I was feeling a tad sentimental, but I knew already that wasn't true. It was no less than what I had always done. I wrapped myself and Aesteal in my bedsheets as I told her of my tale and of Leah, my Leah. She hung on my every word as sleep slowly took both of us until we came to now.
The candles had long since blown out. The quiet sounds of the sea brushing against my ship and the creaking of the wood were all I heard as my eyes wandered to Aesteal. Her face was inches from mine and her warm breath tickled the hairs above my lip. I pondered what she could be dreaming about that would make such a pleasant smile on her face. I figured she would be more anxious after my tale. She certainly held the nature of inquisitiveness that most elves align to with how many questions she asked me. Aside from the more personal ones that I wished to not discuss, I answered what I could.
I wondered what she would do with this knowledge. I had already told of her of Boreli and my plans for Leah. That would not change, not even if I had to stake my soul on it.
I sighed. Even now, I can feel the magic in her elven body swirling and mixing with my own. I brushed a piece of her hair out of her eyes. I feel my loins stir as I touch her. Honestly, the beauty and sensuality of elves continued to surprise even me. When I touch this being that seems to naturally ooze lust, I can't help but desire her.
"You sleep here, blissfully unaware of what you do to me. You be such a slutty elf," I said as I lean my head forward to kiss her. Her lips taste just as delightful as they did last night. Her lips pursed against mine as the drowsiness was taken away from my body by the flames of her kiss.
"Mmmm," she moaned in her sleep. She followed with a blissful sigh. Her body tried to turn her from me, but I restrained her lightly. Aesteal's eyes fluttered open for a moment before they closed again. I think she was starting to awaken, but the sands of sleep hadn't completely left her just yet.
Nevertheless, I decided to continue with what I was doing. My cock was clearly pleased by my actions. Blood rushed into it and it rose just like the morning sun. I felt the soft skin of her stomach as our bodies pushed closer together. Her kisses slowly became more aggressive and her hands took a more active approach. She rubbed her delicate elven fingers up and down my arms. Each strike was like a delicate fire being lit under me, a fire that would consume her very soon.
I don't think she minded that one bit. In fact, I dare say she desired to be engulfed in the flames of my rising passion because she slowly moved her hands from my arms to my stomach and then down to my cock.
"Hnnnnn," I breathed out as her fingers slid up and down the length of my erotic tool. She then grasped it fully, and slowly, yet firmly, stroked me as more pleasures were released into my head.
"I take it you're awake?"I asked. I got a smile in return.
"It's hard to continue to sleep when you attack me so tenderly, Sir. It feels just as good as last night," she spoke slowly. I pulled her head to mine and kissed her again. This time she reciprocated with her full attention as her thumb rubbed the crown of my dick. Our tongues swirled together in silent rapture. I took one of her breasts into my palm and rolled it with a hunger to suckle on her pointed tips.
"Mmmmm that feels good, Sir. Hnnnnnnnm...ooooooaaah...y-yessss," she groaned as her tongue flicked the upper part of my lips. Precum slithered from the hole in my cock and I could feel it spread across my length from her movements. My body shivered in delight as she began to stroke me faster.
Our lips parted with breathless pants. I then watched her slither down my bed. Due to the covers, I couldn't really see her, but the warm feeling of a wet mouth on my cock more than told me what she was doing. Clearly, some type of sexual awakening had come over Aesteal because she eagerly sucked and slathered me like this would be her last meal.
"Mmmmmmph!" I groaned as I decided to pull the covers off and watch my hardened rod appear and disappear courtesy of Aesteal's mouth as one of her hands held her hair out of the way.
"Does this feel good, Sir? I hope to continue to please you," she said as her long tongue licked my shaft up and down while another of her hands nustled by balls. It took more concentration than I expected to not cum immediately.
"Very good. You're a bonafide cocksucking elf now. My cocksucking elf," I stated as I massaged her long ears. Her body trembled in my hands as the heat from her lips seemed to boil even greater.
I leaned up cupped her chin. "That's what you are, aren't you? Aesteal, the cocksucking elf of Eric Drakclaw?" I asked.
The shame and ecstasy in her eyes had to have been driving her wild with need. "Y-Yes, sir. I'm your cocksucking elf. I want to suck your cock! Only your...cock," she replied with panted as her glazed eyes stared back at me.
"Only my cock to suck? To fuck?" I asked.
"Only yours, Sir. Only your cock shall know my body inside and out," she whined as she licked up the salty contents of my precum still oozing out of my slit. Seas, this elf knew just want to say to drive me like a burning furnace.
I quickly took Aesteal into my arms and buried my cock deep within her cunt like I had last night. Her beautiful breasts smothered my face as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I then leaned back and thrust my hips upwards. "Ooooooooooh! Oooooooo...fuck, Sir! Haewadui, your passions fills my body!" She exclaimed as her walls tightly clung to me.
"MMMMMMPH! I love your pussy, Aesteal. No lass I've fucked before can compare to you!" I grunted as sleep seemed like something I did hours ago. All I could focus on were the glorious heights to the divine plane Aesteal was taking me to with the contractions of her sweetened valley.
"Oooooaoaaahahah! E-Enjoy it, Sir! I'll satisfy you wherever...Mmmmmmmmuaaaaaah...you wish! My spirit desires to submit to and accept your coming offspring! Aaaaaaaaahuuuaaa, I never wish to part from you," my prideful elf said shamefully as I pulled her head down and silenced her words with a heated kiss.
The mattress of my bed creaked as I continued to work the muscles of my pelvis into slapping my balls against her ass. Her toes curled into the bedsheets and her nails dug into my back. "Only an utter fool would dare release a treasure such as you free into this world, Aesteal," I said with rushed and excited pants. I could feel the way she tried to meet my thrusts. Her inexperience still showed and we made some awkward movements, but, due to that inexperience, her attempts to work, caress, and wiggle her pussy on my cock made me enjoy her movements all the more.
I pulled out of Aesteal only for a moment and flipped her over. She laid on her hands and knees as I appeared behind her. "Look at you, panting like a slobbering bitch in heat. Perhaps I should fuck you like one. Do you want to be fucked like a hot bitch? Tell me!" I ordered.
SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Mmmmmm Daskikaliv!" Aesteal cried as I slapped her ass with the front of my palm. Each smack I gave to her ass released a flowing river of nectar down onto my sheets. Her ass wiggled and turned red from my strikes. I could see the beginnings of a faded handprint. No doubt she had an orgasm just now.
"Tell me!"
SLAP!
"F-F-FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Y-YES, SIR! Please fuck me like a shameful beast of the forest! I want your cock, Sir!" she pleaded.
Not one to make a woman beg too much, I lined my cock with her pussy and shoved it in. Before Aesteal could even moan, I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, leashing her like a common street dog as I claimed her lips again. Seas, if I had my way, I'd kiss her as a means to keep living.
Each thrust of my hips made her tits bounce as I leaned forward and pressed my weight on her back. I nibbled on her ears as her mouth dripped with hot need and tears of pain and pleasure fell down her eyes. I eagerly grabbed her breasts and made them my personal toys as one of her hands toyed with my hair and massaged my cheek.
"Imagine how your people would feel, seeing one of their most dedicated warriors, writhing beneath a man's cock like a common prostitute," I said as we finished our kiss. Aesteal's honeydew clenched even greater than before as my cock was all but soaked in the scent of her body.
Naturally, I was careful about how I conducted myself with my elf, but something within me seemed to tell me that this was what she desired. She desired to be shamed, humiliated, and punished for her failure to her people. She desired to be punished for bonding to me, a lowly pirate, and seeking the carnal desires that had been buried beneath her body for so long. She had failed her people by enjoying herself.
"Oooooooh, S-Sir! I would be shamed and exiled! I would be branded as a traitor to my kingdom! I would be seen as Kal, corrupted of my mind! Oooooooooooooh, all because I fell to your...huaaaaaaaa...enticing ways, Sir. I am an elf who loves to be fucked and p-p-pleasured by...hnnnnnuuaannnn your wonderful cock!" She cried to me.
I loved the feeling of her hands on my cheek as she coaxed me to fuck her harder. Dammit, I wish I could spend the whole day just attempting to breed this needy woman in front of me. I wished I could just cum, and cum, and cum into her accepting womanhood and drink the milk that would eventually run from the tips of her tits. I sure as hell wouldn't have a lack for trying and neither would she.
I turned my gaze to the window and smiled. "Look at the window, Aesteal. Do you see an elven warrior with a body meant to deny all physical pleasure?" I asked.
Aesteal turned her head and we both saw her thoroughly satisfied face. Eyes of glowing ecstasy, hot breaths, pumping chest, and dripping cunt were all on display as she watched me drive my cock in and out. In and out. In and out. The sounds of harsh smacking lighting up in my room.
"N-No, Sir! I see an elven slut in the throes of passion with her bonded one. I see a woman who has succumbed to physical pleasure at the expense of her duties. OOOOOOOAAAAAAHAH!" She shivered as I smacked her ass and pulled her hair harder.
"Your duties are to me now. It does not matter what your people, your so-called king, or even your parents think! I be the one who decides what you should and shouldn't feel. I am the one who decides how your body is used. I'm the one you feel pleasure from! Unlike your kingdom, I shall return your pleasures back to you! The only brand upon you will be my cum flooding this needy pussy of yours! You are mine, Aesteal!"
"Y-YYYYESSS, SIR! Yours! I am yours! OOOOOOOOOOOOH GOOOOOOOOOOOOODS!!" Aesteal cried as I felt her cum once again. Her walls gripped and massaged me like a damn vice threatening to suck all the life from my balls.
"D-D-Dammit, you slutty elf! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I roared as I couldn't help but bite Aesteal's shoulder as my cock clung forward and blasted load after load of roping cum into her quivering hole.
We both fell to the bed and panted heavily. Our desires had been thoroughly spent into each other's bodies. I kissed her cheek as she basked in the afterglow of our fucking. "Sir," she said.
I acknowledged her. "If revenge is what you seek, then I will kill any enemy that you desire. So I swear," she said. I didn't even have to look into her eyes to know she wasn't lying. I could hear it in her tone of voice.
"I thought revenge was abhorred by your people," I replied.
"I'm not aligned to my people anymore. My allegiance has been claimed by the Son of Poseidon," she said. For her to not use the elven term for the Lord of Water and Storms would have been a great offense to her people, but it seemed that she held my title higher.
I was not sure what to say to her declaration. Instead, I kissed her cheek a bit harder this time. She sighed blissfully and turned to kiss me as well.
If I had my way, we would have stayed here, but that wasn't to be. I still had plenty of work to do. I would also need to spend some time...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Captain, we have a problem!" someone shouted interrupting my thoughts.
I growled as Aesteal and I got up from my bed. She quickly put on her clothes while I pulled up my pants and pulled grabbed my coat. I didn't bother with the shirt. It was dirty anyway and would need a wash.
I opened the door. "What?!" I asked a bit irritable that my time with my elf had been cut shorter than I desired.
"Captain, the Xhaluter is awake! He's wrecking up the lower decks!" the person alarmed.
"He got out of the brig?" I asked. Kind of a stupid question I admit, but one I felt needed clarifying.
"Aye, sir! Sliced the door in half like it was a piece of cheap wood from the lands of Talvaria!" this crewmate of mine claimed.
It was then that the sound of gunshots and fighting rang in my ears. I bet I didn't have to guess where Maeloson, my mother, and Ellen were. I sucked my teeth. You'd think a Xhaluter who was unconscious for more than two weeks would be unable to wreak havoc on a ship, but that's the power behind these sand drifters after all.
"All of you give me room," I said.
My crewmates parted the way to the lowers decks as Aesteal and I walked down the stairs. The sound of gunshots and screams grew even louder. Aesteal made a quick stop to her room to grab her bow. I doubted she would need to use it, but I didn't tell her that. We ran down the winding steps that sank us lower and lower until we reached the deeper parts of my vessel.
"ARGH!"
"Dammit, I told you fuckers to fall back!"
I heard Ellen's voice as Aesteal and I rounded the corner. What I saw was a ground of downed men and women as Lady Knight exchanged blows with the Xhaluter. I think she only held him off for as long as this because the man was obviously very weak. His body was still well-built and evenly muscled, but I could see the weeks of not eating or drinking anything weighing on him.
I'm unsure about his previous living conditions on the ship that I had destroyed, but it was obvious that his unconscious state, with the added weeks on my ship, was taking its toll on him. Still, I watched him growl at Alteria as he tried to force her back with his strength, but I had to hand it to Lady Knight, she held her own very well. Even a weakened Xhaluter's strength isn't to be underestimated.
The Xhaluter roared in pain as his sharp front fangs showed themselves to everyone. The cause was an arrow from Maeloson's bow that embedded itself into the tall, brown-skinned man's shoulder. He stumbled to the side and his body collided with the wall. He glared at my crewmates as Maeloson nocked another arrow for his bow.
I decided to make my presence known since I didn't exactly want them to kill my prisoner.
"What's all the noise?" I asked.
My mother, Ellen, and Maeloson turned around to spot Aesteal and I around the corner. The male elf's eyes darted between the two of us. I'm sure it didn't take him very long to figure out why we had shown up together. Then again, it shouldn't have taken him long considering the fact she had not returned to her room last night.
"As ya can see, your prisoner woke up! He seems to be in a bad mood," Ellen said as she moved out of the way for me to stand in front of everyone. I watched the Xhaluter stand to his feet before he clumsily stumbled back down.
My boots stomped on the wood as I gazed at the blood slipping from his body. Hmm, Xhaluter blood was known to be quite valuable.
"Ellen, mother, open the windows," I said.
I heard their steps behind me and soon the rush of cold air flowed behind my neck, letting me know they had done as I had asked. I then held up my hand. "A long way from home, aren't ya? Don't think you're gonna rampage upon my ship without permission! You be on the Son of Poseidon's ship! This ain't where you tread as you please!" I exclaimed.
I then shoved my hand out as a blast of water came through the two open, portside window frames. I spread out the water into four thinned out whips that shot for the dark-skinned man.
Eyes of defiance were quickly replaced by fear as the Xhaluter rolled out of the way of the coming strikes. He jumped back and growled at me like some feral beast. His tail kept him balanced as he weaved through each strike I sent at him as if he could see read my very thought.
Even though he was tired, even though he was hungry, thirsty, confused, and weak, still this Xhaluter was every bit the trained warrior I had known to come from his people in the desert sands. Give him a weapon, a proper meal, and a target, and this Xhalute would leave bodies in his wake and blood on whatever weapon he chose.
A whip of water sailed past his head before he jumped in the air and maneuvered his body to evade the other three whips I sent. I honestly had to admire his flexibility. The Xhaluter obviously had excellent control over his body. Unfortunately for him, in such a confined space, there no way he could avoid me forever.
I decided to put an end to this little game early. After all, he couldn't have been fighting for long and he was already tired and weak. I'm sure my crew would have brought him down eventually once he realized that there was nowhere for him to go since the ship was surrounded by endless water. Of course, I assume this would be done with some major casualties, those of which I wanted to avoid.
So, I flexed my right-hand fingers and, from the fourth whip of water that my escapee dodged, shot out five or six smaller ropes of the sea. I coiled them around his leg and swung him into the wall hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs. I then bashed him against the ceiling and then down into the floor. Ye might think me harsh for doing this to him but have no fear. As I said before, Xhaluters are known for possessing powerful bodies. Something like this could only be akin to play fighting to them. I bet the bastard will be fine in a few days.
As I cycle through bashing him against the walls, the ceiling, the floor and back again, my ropes of water slowly curl around his entire body. His legs were bound, his arms were tied, and water slid along his chest until it wrapped around his neck. He fell down with a hard thud and snarled at me.
"Za! Zamaragaha! F'olda'mashi HADAK'CVA! Uranganhalvashoralim gorvanidshkan kulimularanidavia! Xalgulvanthia! Magashivala undogoriag camualuwashi tiviguak amahandual!" He growled out to me. I had no idea what he was saying, but I decided to not hear anymore of it. So, I pulled up the water and covered his head with them. The same fear that had been so prevalent when he saw my powers before, returned as his moments became frantic. His body wriggled and writhed as his mouth and lungs filled up with more and more water.
I held this helmet of the sea over him as his body spasmed before he fell to the floor with a hard thud. I removed the water from his head and let it spill onto the ground. The corridor was strangely silent as I turned around.
"Ellen, make a note to put in an order for better prison doors. We're obviously gonna need them down the line," I said as I picked up the adult Xhaluter from the floor.
"Fine. You know the Witch is gonna charge you for playing doctor," she warned.
"Don't remind me," I grumbled as I ordered Maeloson to help me. He grabbed the Xhaluters legs and we made our way back to the brig.
When we returned, I noticed the door had indeed been knocked down. I exhaled tiredly. We then stepped inside and I spotted Boreli hiding in the corner with claw marks across his chest and body. He quickly noticed me and leaned back with harsh pants. I looked at him for a few moments but Astell didn't speak to me. It was just as good since I didn't feel like speaking to him either. My good morning had already been ruined and given that I had to look at him, it was only made worse.
I placed the Xhaluter in some tighter chains this time before Maeloson and I strapped him to the wall again. "Maeloson, have four men guard the brig this time. When he awakens tell them to send for me.
"Yes, Sir," he said.
I then turned to Boreli and healed him. Once that was done, I repaired the door and locked the brig with a key. As Maeloson and I walked back to the main deck of the ship, I ordered him to bring Boreli his food for the morning. The male elf nodded without a word. He did not ask me about Aesteal or what she had come into my room for. In any case, I think my silence was enough to tell him about that anyway.
As we appeared on the deck of the ship, I saw Liara busily healing the men and women who had been hurt by the Xhaluter and his rampage. "Quite the scuffle below the ship, Eric? Shall I take this to mean that your other prisoner is awake?" she asked me.
"He was for the moment. Now he sleeps like a newborn babe. You have my thanks, Liara," I said as I watched her continue to provide aid to the rest of the ship.
"Tis quite alright. Consider it as gratitude for such a splendid evening last night. Such a rich amalgamation of spiritual mana was ripe to be harvested. Though if you also wish to show gratitude then might I ask for your attention in the coming days? I have something I wish to figure out," Liara said.
This confused me as I wasn't sure what I had that Liara wanted, but I merely shrugged my shoulder and would acquiesce to her desires as long as they didn't interfere with my own.
With that little piece of excitement done, I decided to return to my room. I had already left my alchemy for way too long and I didn't need any more breaks to my concentration. While I stayed in my room, I constantly thought of Leah and what Aesteal had told me while I was left alone. My anger and my desire for vengeance fueled me through the long, hard nights.
My ship continued to sail through the Coffin's mouth. Ever since the incident with the Xhaluter, about three or four days have passed. Aside from my mother, Ellen, and Aesteal, no one else had visited my chambers. I think the spouted curses from my lips and the foul stench from my alchemy had something to do with that.
Long days and even longer nights, I laughed at my mother's attempts to stay awake with me, but she would be sleeping on my bed long before I was ready. A thousand compounds and an even greater number of ingredients filled my head to the point that I had a headache for basically a full day.
By the third day, the results of my endless nights had finally produced fruit. On my desk, in a jar, filled to the very top, were numerous Black Cloud Pills that would aid in the survival of my crew during our journey to Delverhold. I shall grant ye an answer of what they are later. I held not the patience at this moment.
I did not care what time it was nor did I care to check. All I desired was to crawl into my bed and shut my eyes for the next few hours.
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
"Eric?"
...I could swear by the Stone Tablets of Plr that someone was fucking with me. I don't know who, and I don't know why, but someone that controlled the threads of my destiny was fucking with me pretty hard. If I knew who they were, I would have added them to my list just to say 'Fuck You.' Those damn Fates better pray to Zeus that I never meet them. I'd make them regret this tomfoolery that they seem to have with me.
That was the voice of my spitfire mother.
I got up from the comfortable sheets of my bed and walked over to my door.
Don't be angry, Eric.
Don't be angry, Eric.
Don't be angry, Eric Drakclaw!
I told myself that stupid mantra over and over. It didn't help that the mantra seemed to perfectly synchronize with the beating of the temples of my head. I slowly opened the door.
"What?" I asked slowly as to not lose the rest of my already waning composure. Above all things, I did not wish to repeat my previous performance of yelling at my mother. That had left my old aged spirit heavily weighted in stone.
Whatever my mother was going to say first didn't come forward. Instead, she hiked her thumb over to the lower levels. "Your other prisoner is awake. Someone was bringing down lunch for the scrawny one when he awoke. They ran for me to you instantly. I bet they fear you might blow their heads off if they did it themselves," she joked.
Unfortunately, I don't think I wouldn't have done that, but what can one do?
I contemplated leaving the matter of the Xhaluter for another day, but I didn't think that would be wise. Chained up though he may be, he had gone without food for too long. Water had been carefully supplied to him while he was unconscious to keep him alive. I did need to speak with the bastard as well.
I kissed my mother's forehead and patted her shoulder. "I see. Thanks for informing me," I said. Then, despite my exhaustion, I had enough fire in me to smack my mother's ass which made her jump as she glared at my retreating form.
I walked down into the lower deck and into the food distribution area. I appeared before those who had been assigned to this area at the time. "What are your names?" I asked.
"J'al Vae, Ghari Dhan, captain!" They both said.
I massaged my forehead. "'J'al, Ghari, where's the food to be taken to the prisoners?" I asked.
"Aye, sir! Astell's already been fed. We're currently making the other guy's lunch since he woke up," Ghari said. My mouth thinned.
"Give it to me. I'll take it to him," I said.
They both looked at me strangely but offered me the Xhaluter's tray of food and drink. I took the tray from them and proceeded down the stairs. On my way down, I passed by Ellen's room, watching her grumble as she looked over stacks of paper. I assumed these to be not just from the Dead Tales, but also for the ship.
I also passed Maeloson and Aesteal giving lessons to those men and women who had been made into their warriors from Hilvir. Since I was in a hurry, I didn't catch much of their lessons, but I was sure I heard something about elven battle practices.
Lastly, I passed Lady Knight's room. As one might suspect, she swung her sword and trained her body well. I can't lie that my eyes lingered on her jiggling tits more than they should have, but I don't think she noticed. If she did, then she was clearly letting me get away with it without trying to lob my head from my shoulders.
That said, I did admire the toned lines of her stomach before I left.
Once I made it down to the lowest deck, I noticed four men standing there. I dismissed them and grabbed the keys from the end of the hall. I watched them walk off while I turned to the door I had fixed days ago. I opened it and stepped inside.
There sat the Xhaluter chained to the wall in more bonds than he had been in last time. He wordlessly glared at me as the sun shone through the window and into the cell. His brown skin seemed to absorb the light fairly well which gave his skin a kind of sheen that some metals have.
"You know, sir, after a meal, it's customary to down it with the best wine from the ship's vineyard,"
I frowned as I briefly allowed Boreli my attention when I looked at him. He sat in the corner of the brig, his arms and legs chained along with a dirty tray. I could still smell the piss and shit that had been dumped out recently.
"While I won't serve you wine, I can give you some shots without the glass if you don't keep quiet," I warned. My fuse was short enough to do it.
Boreli shied away from my gaze and chuckled nervously. "Noted. I'd much rather stay sober," he replied as he made himself as small as possible.
I snorted before I turned back to the angry Xhaluter. I pulled up a chair and sat on it with its back at my chest ad my arms on its head.
"Ya really fucked up my crewmates, ya bastard. When I destroyed that Callamum ships, I didn't think a Xhaluter would be left amongst the wreckage. What's your kind doing all the way out here?" I asked.
The male with animal's ears and tail growled at me. "K'ah raqivadaz ho'faolmore gahad vac'lim asradi GELAX!" He shouted as he snapped his large canine teeth at me. Had the chains not been so secure I think he might have succeeded in getting right up in my face.
"KAZ'SA AKSVIKAN DOLFOLGI!" He shouted at me.
"And here I thought lasses were the only screamers," Astell said to himself behind me. It utterly irritated me how much that made me laugh within my own head.
While I held the tray in one hand, I used the other to pull some of the water from one of the open barrels. The Xhaluter and Boreli watched it swirl in the air in circles before I formed it into a sharp blade.
"Dare ya say that again?!" I asked as I held the blade near his throat.
"Aguaka! Aguaka! Ga haem aguakakaros!" He exclaimed as his eyes stared at the water with no less fear than he had when I had bound him.
I nodded. "Good, now. Let's try that again," I said as I placed my hand on his forehead. A rush of mana flowed from my body and my mind into his own as we stared at each other.
"Get your filthy hands off me, Draegnarian! Your stench makes me wretch!" he spoke with great clarity. Clearly, my spell had worked.
"Perhaps you just need a bath. You're the one who reeks like a dog covered in shit!" I returned.
The Xhaluter's eyes widened in surprise.
"You can understand our language?" He asked.
I shrugged. "So long as I keep my hand to this rattling cage you call a head. Now, I do believe ya were in the midst of insulting me!" I said as I pulled the blade of water close to his throat.
"Cursed is the lands you tread, Sea Mage! Get Hades' Pool away from me!" he said as I stared at the water blade I made.
Hades'...Pool?
"Arrrr, what do ya know? A Xhaluter, said to be one of the most fearsome warriors upon this entire rock, be scared of water. Hahahaahahaahaha!" I barked my laughter as his face grew red with anger. Well, due to his brown skin I think it would have been hard to tell.
"You dare laugh at me, hairless ape?! I'll...," He paused when I pulled the blade closer.
"You'll...what?" I asked.
His teeth gnawed at each other, but he did not complete his train of thought. Instead, he settled for wishing he could burn me to deal with the heat of his gaze. "What do you want?" He asked slowly.
"A name would be appreciated," I said.
The frown on his face deepened, but the Xhaluter spoke nonetheless. "Nz'ia Sak'ran," He said with contempt. I stared at him for a moment before I placed the tray of food in front of him.
"Why does Callamum desire a Xhaluter so much, Nz'ia?" I asked.
At the mention of the Callamum nation, Nz'ia offered a deeper growl and clenched fists. "I wouldn't know why. The day Callamum came was a day that seemed to pass by in a blur to me. All I could remember was constantly killing any soldier bearing the Callamum symbol until...the earth shook and the sand lands of my tribe erupted into terraformed mountains. All done...by one man leading the army. A battlefield turned into a prison and my tribesmen in chains. I know not where they are nor what Callamum desires of them," he replied.
I took note of the fires in his voice. They had dimmed somewhat and that had dampened my mood even more than it already was. It made me aware of my exhaustion.
That said, I couldn't stop my thoughts from running over this information. Had I somehow changed the course of history again? I ask this to myself because when I had encountered Xhaluters in the past, there was no talk of the Callamum forces making their way into Xhaluter lands and capturing them for unknown causes. It was possible that this happened long before I took my steps into the world of the sea, but I found this a little unlikely.
If a kingdom like Callamum got Xhaluters into their forces in my previous life, then they wouldn't have ended the war with Evir in a treaty. They would have most likely conquered Evir without much trouble. Something was clearly not right there either.
Next, there was this apparent man who controlled the earth. The way the Nz'ia described him, I assumed this was no ordinary earth mage. I don't worry easily, but what this might entail did cause me concerns that I would need to address. Perhaps, I ought to sail into the lands of Callamum when I get the chance as well.
I stood up from the chair and placed the tray of food and milk on the floor. I then, much to the Xhaluter's suspicions, loosened the shackles which bound him. "You've got two choices...," I began which made him look at me.
"You either sail with me into Callamum for answers, or ya sail with the Callamum bastards decorating the seabed. I suggest you choose the correct one. There might be those you're familiar with within the kingdom's walls," I said.
He looked at the food and then looked at me as I stood up and made for the door. "Why are you helping me?" he asked.
I laughed.
"Please, I'm not helping you. Callamum has answers and you have a story I need to follow up on. That be all," I said before the magic connecting us was cut. If he spoke, I would no longer be able to understand him. Well, technically that was a lie since I did have some of Liara's knowledge of the Xhaluter language, but that was a whole other thing.
As I left, I smirked as I heard the sound of a clattering tray behind me.
Satisfied, I allowed my tired legs to take me up to the main deck of the ship. The sounds of hard work and singing shanties filled my ears as I spotted my mother speaking with someone about something I was too tired to figure out.
"Wha...Eric, what are you...can you wa...,"
No, I could not wait. Without warning, I grabbed my mother by the arm and pulled her into my room. I heard a round of cheers, but I would have to disappoint them. I pulled her closer into my quarters. Then, I pulled her into my arms and we fell on my bed.
"Eric, I'm busy! I still have to...,"
SMACK!
"Ugggggghh!" My mother groaned as I offered a rebuttal to the coming words. I then place my head on her neck.
"The only work you're going to be doing for the next eight hours or so is being my pillow, mother," I said.
I felt my mother shift in my arms which only prompted me to hold her tighter. "You really are a piece of shit," she said.
"Aye, the biggest piece of shit in the sea. Yet, ya still love me," I said with a heavy yawn and drowsy eyes. As I kept my eyes closed, I heard my mother rustle a little more. I then felt the warmth of her skin. Something clattered on my floor and then my legs tangled with her own.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that my mother had somehow gotten undressed. Her clothes littered the floor along with her shoes which left her naked and to the pleasing of my young eyes.
Well, I suppose another minute or two couldn't hurt. I got up quickly and undressed. I threw my coat, my shirt, my pants, and my boots to the floor which made left me just as naked as her. I think the trails of the seas had their effect on me. My body was much leaner than it had been about a month ago. I was no stone wall, but muscles had begun to grow in the right areas once again.
I slipped back into the bed and my cock nestled between the cheeks of my mother's ass. As nice as it would be to show her just how much I truly appreciated her, I was too tired. Instead, we got back into our established position with my hands around her waist and her legs tangled up in my own.
I don't know how long it took my mother to fall asleep, but I was out as soon as my head landed on her shoulder. Soft dreams filled my head as my mother's body pressed against mine. I oddly felt at peace whenever I am in this more intimate setting with her and Aesteal. I might have been completely gone, but I could have sworn something wet brushed against my lips before my consciousness pulled me away.
Two days more days passed my ship by as I stared at my map. If I wasn't mistaken, then I would need to call the crew together soon. The next trial was set to appear. I had lost maybe twenty to thirty men to that one.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Captain! A dense mist comes over the horizon! We sail straight for it!" someone called.
...Or I could call the crew together right now. Might as well.
I opened my door and quickly ordered my mother and Ellen to round up the ship's workers. Everyone came onto the Main Deck. Alteria Balamar arrived first from the lower deck. Liara, Goron, and Diane arrived as well with Maeloson, Aesteal, and their warriors arriving last.
Once everyone was here, I pointed towards the coming mist. "Alright you lot, if you want to live then from now on, you do exactly as I say and exactly as I do!" I told them.
I then took off my captain's hat, my coat, and my boots. I was left in naught but a white shirt, dark shorts, and bare feet.
"Anything that jingles, anything that shines, anything that makes a sound except for the creaking of this ship better be off! When we enter the mist, Do. Not. Speak! Do not utter a single sound! No matter what you hear, no matter what you might see in the distance or floating near the ship, do not call out to it nor give it your attention. If you can't do that, then I'll offer to shoot you in the head now and save you from whatever will take you later," I said.
Everyone shivered as a tense mood settled over my ship. The mist grew closer to us all. I would already run down and tie Boreli down as hard as I could. I already knew the fucker would try some way to make this trial hell for me if I left him alone. As for the Xhaluter, he had remained mostly quiet so I would give him the warning and leave him alone.
I turned to Liara. "That includes you, Liara," I said.
Admittedly, the witch doesn't have too much that would cause noise, but she does wear some jewelry from time to time that I want her to be aware of.
Liara nodded. "Tis quite unfortunate, but I shall abide," she said.
She was the first to begin taking off anything that might make noise. She took off her belt, some dark earrings, and a belt buckle to a satchel around her waist. Like the horndogs that my ship has, men, and even some women, got aroused at the sight of Liara slowly untying her shoes thus allowing her long, beautiful, sculpted legs to reach everyone's eyes. I can't deny I was among them.
I dare think what was made worse about this situation was the fact that she kept eye contact with me for the entire duration of her painfully slow undressing. I bet this was for me to savor the moment, which I most definitely did.
Her show ended with her bare feet on the wooden deck. She then smoothed her dresses and offered everyone a mysterious smile. "Shall I be the only one following the captain's orders?" she asked.
Her question seemed to be the spell to break everyone from their trance as everyone started undressing and discarding personal items that could make too much noise from the push and pull of the sea. Many scrambled to their rooms and back to put away their belongings and I did the same. Except for my control of the tides, I held no other weapon on me.
"Captain!" someone called to me. I turned around and noticed a man pocketing some ornament of his.
"What if we get attacked? How shall we defend ourselves without weapons?" he asked.
I spotted the coming mist. It would be upon us in another half an hour. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Bol, sir!" he replied. I slowly turned around.
"Trust me, Bol. man's weapons will not defend against what lies in there. What we're doing now is the best defense," I replied. Bol swallowed heavily before he began taking even more things off as well.
Once everyone was as soundless as we could get, I walked down to warn Nz'ia. He did not reply to my words or care to watch me gag Boreli and tie the fucker up like a hog. He only sat in his corner of the room. I decided to leave him alone.
As I returned to the deck, I was just in time to see the mist hit the bow of my ship.
"If you absolutely must speak at all, then get as close to someone as you can and whisper it! You got it?!" I asked.
"Aye Aye Captain!" They resounded.
I nodded as my crew and I held our breaths as the mist crawled over our ship. For the next eight hours, we would sail through here. The name I had given this one was 'I'on D'Faen' or The Clinging Dread.
I could tell everyone around me was tense. Per my instructions, no one made a single sound. The only things which could be heard were the sounds of the ship's creaking wood and flapping sails. Something like those were impossible to deal with.
My words must have shaken everyone because no one knew what they were supposed to be doing. Hell, some of them just sat down for fear that their legs might give out and...whatever was in this mist would seek to devour them. I did not blame them. At most, I would have them treat this as a very long and slow break.
I took a moment to see how Liara was faring and I noticed her eyes staring at the mist as if she was trying to discern all its properties. No doubt we both see the same thing. The mist is a widespread layering of magic that would make any mage go blind from how densely bright it is. To see the mist truly, Liara and I would need to cut off the magic from our eyes.
The ship sailed normally for about fifteen minutes before we all stood and sat still. We could all hear something sloshing through the tides next to us. I already knew what was coming. A loud boom of walking footsteps came crashing down near our ship.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"JUST...FOLLOWWWW MY...VOOOOOOOICE!"
Everyone winced as they covered their ears from a loud, deep, distorted voice over the sailing seas. Someone pointed outward into the thick fog and thought it was too far to tell what it was, but I could see a long, large...thing in the distance. Some of my crew held their hands over their mouths to cover the gasps they would have had.
Bright, glowing, soulless eyes pierced through the crouching fog as a wail of human voices were heard like a never-ending line of agony fit for the fires of Hell. If one were to look close enough, then they could see tiny hands, feet, and moving heads along its body as if they had been melded there. Oozing flags of blood dropped from each body as corpses and bones of the deceased fell into the sea, never to be seen again.
My eyes burned as I stared at that being. No one knows what it is, not even Liara. None have gotten close enough to tell. All that was known of this being is that it is called Ỗxa, the Taker of Voices.
"I'VE GOT YoOOOOOooOOooOoOoOOOOOOU! STOOOOOOOOP SCREAMING!" It screeched as its voice sent shivers down the side of our bodies. Even for me, that voice sent a bead of sweat down my neck. That voice which was an amalgamation of distorted voices scraping against each other in a raspy noise that tried to imitate human speech. Large tentacles like those of the great Kraken wade through the waters below my ship.
They brushed against my ship and rocked it slowly. It made noise, but not the type of noise that this great demon, or god depending on which region you ask, wanted. I watched grown men and women shed tears as they saw slithering tentacles slide across the rails of my ship.
"ABANDONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN SHIIIIIIIIIP!" It cried in a way that was grating on the ears.
Though I could not make too much noise, I pushed the waters forward to move the ship a little faster. The Taker of Voices walks upon this sea time after time. The crashing of waves shouldn't be a bother to him.
"FIIIIIIIIRE...THEEEE CANOOOOOOOOONS!"
I clenched my fists.
Ỗxa, the Taker of Voices.
There aren't many rumors regarding it. As I said before, depending on what region you go to it is classified as either a god or a demon. Most would lean towards the latter of those two.
Some have said that Ỗxa steals voices in order to find the voice of the one who created it. From what I know, even Liara avoided this creature in the few times she had seen it. It does not communicate and it knows no real sentience. All it has known is that it must take voices for its own.
Alongside that, the very few who have survived their encounters with Ỗxa have claimed that the mist which surrounds its body makes it perfect since victims tend to shout to those they can't see. It would certainly explain why this air is filled with such vile magic energy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Ỗxa screamed suddenly and I have no doubt that everyone felt the full brunt of its distorted voice because they kept their hands over their mouths to keep from screaming. I was no different. Of course, I had the will to not scream so I could focus my hands on my ears but try as I might, even I couldn't stop the full blow of its raspy voice from entering my mind.
I sucked my teeth as one of the women who had been standing fell off balance from the shockwave of the air brushing violently against the ship. I wove a silent piece of water and caught her enough to not let out too much noise. I gently let her down to the Main Deck. She thanked me fervently with lots of bows.
The tentacles slipped off the ship and splashed back into the water. Seawater rained down on us all.
"HEEEEEEEEEELP...MEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT WON'T DIEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"ASOGAHI GADAVAHE ONENQWIIIIIIIIII!"
"WHAT IS THAT?! IT'S GETTING BIGGEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
"LOOOOOOOOORD ZEUS, DELIVER MEEEeeEeEEEEE!"
The next two hours seemed to go by in a blur of pain, silence, and disturbing voices that would make even the sanest man go mad. Already at least ten to fifteen men and women lay unconscious on my ship because illusions had taken hold of them. I know not what they saw. Maybe they say thought dead family members came back to life, maybe they saw riches, maybe they saw a bunch of lassies ready to take them to high heaven, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that had I not suffocated them with water to knock them out, I would be down about fifteen crewmates literally instead of figuratively.
As this went on, I made a note in the back of my head of everyone that I saw working to keep the insane ones quiet. Some covered their raging mouths and locked their arms and legs with harsh grappling moves that could disable anyone.
"IS ANYONE LEFT? I CAN'T SEEEE IN FRONT OF ME!" The gargantuan beast bellowed as the numerous victims on its body wailed like unholy sirens in the distance.
"THE MIST! IT MOOooOOooOOVEEEEEES! YOOooOU SOnS OF BITCHES SHOUT IF YOOOOOOU HEAR MEEeEeeeEeEeEEEE!" Ỗxa spoke again. Its long body seemed to stretch into the very ends of eternity. We continued sailing.
After those two hours, another four were raked up as the sun began to set. Then, dread filled us all.
"UGH!"
Like a needle falling on some noble marble floor, that noise reverberated through the entire ship. We all turned our heads and noticed the problem. Diane, who had also been restraining someone had been savagely bitten by her captive's sharp teeth. The person tore into her arm, but she covered her mouth with one hand and tried to resist the pain while the blood from her arm dripped on the floor.
Almost instantly, a tentacle exploded from the water and hovered over the side of the ship that she was on. Everyone seemed ready to panic now that our cover was seemingly blown, but my luck was with me that day. Given the way the ship was constructed, and the way everyone was lined up, everyone saw me shake my head left and right. I silently ordered them to not panic just yet. Thankfully, the danger must have made them all obedient because they quickly resumed their silence.
"GAMALAAAAA, I AM HERRrrRrREEEE! SPEAK TO ME, CAPTAIN!" Ỗxa said as the tentacle slammed the ship just inches from where Diane stood. I had never known the guard of Liara to show fear, but the sense of dread on her face as she watched the tentacle expel hundreds of sharp spike-like appendages from its wiggling form stuck in my mind.
"Eric Drakclaw, can you secure Diane?"
I heard Liara's sweet voice in the back of my head as I turned to her. Ah, telepathic magic. One of the more draining spells Liara and I could use.
"Who do you think I am, Liara?" I asked.
I slowly held up my hand and a large rope of water rose from my side of the ship. Everyone watched with bated breath as I wrapped the water rope around her waist. I then pulled her and the person she was holding into the air.
Meanwhile, Liara wordlessly cast a spell that created another Burnwood. The tentacle touched that culmination of concentrated magic and everyone watched the spikes on its body brutally piece through the clone's body before it dissolved into nothingness. The tentacle slipped down into the water.
"UUuuUUUuuUUUUUUuUUUuGgGGGGGGGgHHHHHHHhhhhHh!" The Taker of Voices screeched in a voice much deeper than Diane's, but with no less tone.
I slowly placed Diane next to me and bound her captive's head with water until they fell over unconscious. I then watched Burnwood slowly fall to the Main Deck. For once, the confident woman didn't seem like it. Then again, I suppose if I watched myself die in such a way then I might have been the same.
The last two hours passed us.
After the incident with Diane, we had maybe one or two more close calls like that. However, in the end, I had not lost anyone as we saw signs that the mist was lifting. With it, the monster that wanders its cloudy fog left as well. I think everyone was more shaken than I thought because even though it was easily into the middle of the night, no one wanted to sleep until we got a sizable distance away from the mist. No one wanted to see even a hint of it in the distance.
This I complied with. So, I pushed the waters and my ship rushed away from the Taker of Voices for over fifty miles. When we were far enough away, I decided to allow the crew to party as if it was their last time. The ship resounded with cheers as I allowed food and drink to be distributed to all who could handle it. I suppose that after their brush with death, this was the crew's way of coping with what had just happened.
The sounds of music, laughter, and toasting of tankards filled with ale and rum, rung loud through my ship. Shanties, folklore hymns, and whatever else would have you were sung in high spirits on my ship.
"OH, I see the shining shore! I see the rising line! I find my path, it's the greatest scrath from the seas I've sailed today!
Where, oh where, shall we sail? The bright Bodoul comes for me strong!
That be the time! A time I remember well. Do you hear me, oh shining shore?
The waves on high, the spirits passing by, I wonder where she shall find me!
OH! OH! OOOOOOOH!
OH! OH! AHHHHHHHH!
Shining sea! Oh, glorious sea! Filled with treasures, friend to me!
I dare not ask, I dare not speak, but you be so dear to me!
THAR' BE BASTARDS AND BITCHES! Lasses and wenches! Ale to drink, and mead to feast!
A thunderstrike!
A flash of light!
Oh, shining sea, let me sail forevermore! Until my bones lead me to that wondrous shore!"
To be honest, I wondered if they would all pass out from having no air in their lungs with how loud and how long they sang for.
Clearly, I underestimated the bitches and bastards because then came the dancing. Argh, yes, the dancing came and the ship creaked with stomping feet. What surprised me was how much I had danced. Not necessarily of my own volition either.
I swung leg and body with Aesteal first. Aye, watching her body move so close to mine did wonders for arousing me. Of course, her moves lacked any wanton approach since I assume her elven culture is more dignified in such movements, but she held my lust regardless.
Then came my mother. Now her, I had to grab from the side of the railing despite her protests. If I was going to suffer through this embarrassment then I was going to make sure that she was there with me. This I swore.
It took a bit of time to get my mother moving. Years of her disease had left her rather self-conscious about movements such as dancing. Nevertheless, I told her that I desired to see her move and she obeyed me. Her movements would not hold up in some noble's court ball, but the swaying of her beautiful red hair, her womanly curves, and the bliss on her face fueled the flames of my lust no less than Aesteal. Funny how a brush with death seems to stimulate the cock more than a prostitute's dress has a habit of doing.
I openly kissed my mother before everyone watching. Naturally, it was no big secret that I was fucking her, but if anyone had doubts then they could lay them to rest now. She tried to scold me, but there was no fire in her voice. I was the one who decided what was and wasn't appropriate between us. Anyone else was a non-factor.
I thought Ellen would be my next partner, but I did not see her anywhere.
Anyway, this little festive night was soon drawn to a close. Men and women laid on the main deck passed out while others allowed the food and drink to lower their already abysmal inhibitions. Some men led women away back to their quarters and I even saw some men lead other men away. The same was no different for some of the women. I groaned.
"I don't even think my last ship was this debauched," I thought to myself. Granted, was I truly one to talk? Probably not.
Okay, definitely not.
As everyone slept or spent time doing their own night activities, I retired to my room. I hung up my coat and returned to my room.
I walked down the steps and pulled out the chair from my desk. As I sat down, I breathed a sigh of relief. Despite everything, I still had my crew in one piece. I knew this wouldn't last forever, but a man takes his fortune where he can.
I smiled as I wondered how many fuckers would be bitching about the Devil's Hangover in the morning.
I spent the next few minutes writing in my journal. The calm sound of the churning waves outside provided me with a way to steady my thoughts. The flickering candle on my desk felt much warmer than any other time I might have noticed. I had survived the Taker of voices once again. The thought was a tad surreal. Luckily, if my fate would have it, this would be the only time I would meet him again. Thankfully, we would not have to leave the way we came.
As soon as I closed my journal, a knock came on my door. I closed my eyes. If that was my mother then she had perfect timing. I was ready for bed as well.
"Enter," I said.
I heard my door open. I turned around. I must say I was not prepared for Liara's guard to be standing in front of the door. I noticed the wound on her arm had healed much faster than any natural cause could have done. Clearly, Liara had been healing her guard for some time.
Diane stepped further into my room and found its walls to be particularly interesting. I wasn't too sure what she desired by coming into my quarters so late, but clearly, it was something she had trouble getting out. It felt like a bit of a throw off. Never had I known Burnwood to be at a loss for words. It was like a fire mage not having the formulas to basic fire magic.
Whatever mental blocks she was fighting against, her body was clearly telling me something was going on. For my own sanity, I don't usually connect my senses to the rush of water and blood in people's bodies unless is required of me. If I had to hear the rushing sounds of blood flowing through over a hundred people on this ship then I'd sooner blow my head off.
I say that because I could feel the blood rushing faster than what could be considered normal for a person. Unfortunately, I did not feel like playing Sea Tales with Burnwood so I opened my mouth. As luck would have it, she spoke before I did.
"Look, I hate being in debt to someone. Especially you, but...I wanted to...thank you for saving my life today. I did not think I would see the end of the day and, though the circumstances were extreme, I did fail. I also put the crew in danger. I came before you to...ask...for...punishment," she claimed. She stared at me with a meekness that I find rather foreign on her usually tough face.
I stared at her for a moment or two. The feelings of tiredness that had been invading my body were drowned beneath a sudden rise of excitement and lust. The situation with the Taker of Voices had left me rather stressed and rigid for those eight hours. Like the rest of my crew, I had contemplated fucking either my mother or Aesteal into my bed enough for the boards beneath us to crack, but I decided that it would have been best for them to have ease for this night.
My response was between a chuckle and a snort. "If you want to be punished then go to the crew and ask them to punish you. They're the ones you put at risk. I'm sure they'd give you what you ask. I'm heading to bed," I said.
In order to keep up this farce, I had to turn around. How I wished I could see her face in order to gauge her reaction. I took some deliberate time to allow her to think by slowly doing things I would deem worthless. I furled up my maps. I wiped off my quill pen. I stacked up some of my books. I did shit that would absolutely bore the hell out of m at any other time of day.
"I would like it to be you...Sir," she replied. I stopped my "work" and turned to face her once again. She still stood in that same spot in my room. The glow of my candle just barely illuminated her tall face and her toned body. Both of them were tightly wrapped in an open black coat.
I placed my left foot over my right thigh. "I already said I don't feel like it. You must think I'm a fool. Have you any idea what Liara would do to me should I strike you? The Taker of Voices would be the least of my worries," I said with a bit of perceived annoyance and fire in my voice that made Diane shiver.
Truth be told, I doubt Liara would have too much concern with it, especially considering the fact that she should be aware of Diane's thoughts and motives in coming to my room at this hour. While I don't think the witch orchestrated this, I'm not so naive as to believe that she doesn't know this is happening.
"Lady Liara will not interfere, Sir," she replied. Her voice remained even. She did not rise to the heat in my voice and I found myself thrown off again. Have no doubt that I wished to watch Burnwood's ass jiggle as she sung a sweet tune over the still sea, but I had never been with Burnwood before in such a manner. If ye recall, the last I had come to sex with Diane, she had left me without clothes and coin due to me thinking with my cock and not my head when I was younger. I wished to tread these new waters carefully.
"And you think that you getting punished by me will repay your debts to me?" I asked.
"I...,"
"Who do ya take me for, Burnwood? You come to me asking for punishment and you're the one who decides when and where your debts are paid? It isn't funny enough to take for a joke," I said as I turned away, but I couldn't mistake the way she clenched her hands into fists. She was clearly getting irritated with my words.
"Then what the hell should I do to clear my debt to you, Sir?" she asked.
I smiled.
"That...be the right question, Burnwood," I said, much to her surprise. I then held out my hands and instructed her to come to me with a finger. The sound of her boots against my floor sounded like claps of thunder outside to me as she fully embraced the warmth of my candle.
She stood before me and the light allowed me to fully appreciate the small glimpses of muscle on her stomach. How hard had she worked to attain a body such as that? In an odd way, though she had these muscles, she was still able to keep her very feminine sculpture. There was no doubt that she was a beautiful woman in every area that you see.
Strong, self-confident, willful, a silver tongue lined with fire, an attitude to challenge anyone and anything that crossed her, Burnwood was the type of drink that punched you in the face and knocked you out if you approached it wrong.
I clasped my hands together. "Ya have been in my quarters enough to know something's wrong here. Should I punish you while you're still clothed?" I asked.
Without a word, Diane reached for her coat.
"I asked you a question, Diane," I said, a reprimanding tone on my lips. Her hands stopped.
"No...," she replied.
"No what?" I asked.
"No, Sir. I shouldn't be punished while I'm still clothed," She replied as she grabbed her coat and slipped her arms through its shoulders. I watched it slide like water from a cliff down her body until it fell to the floor. As I expected, her arms were just as toned as the rest of her.
She then reached for her pants and pulled those down. I was graced with the sight of black, high waisted female undergarments. I can't exactly say why, but Diane's unorthodox approach to stripping aroused me in a way I was unsure of why. Perhaps it was because I enjoyed watching her mind work so fast that she couldn't decide what she should take off first.
A part of me even wonders if Diane has ever stripped for a man before.
Anyway, I watched her grab the folds of her underwear before I stopped her. She looked at me impatiently. I offered her a smile filled with expectation. "Shirt next," I told her.
To her credit, Burnwood didn't question my order. Instead, she removed her hands from her lower garments and to her buttoned shirt. She fiddled with the buttons a little clumsily, but I think this was because she was slowly getting excited. I could tell from the way her nostrils flares and the way her breath started coming from her lips in rapid shakes.
She exposed more and more of her skin which got my cock rising with each button that was unsnapped. She took off her shirt and revealed a matching black bra to those black panties she had been wearing. In that bra sat two gloriously oval-shaped breasts pushed against each other with aroused nips piercing the fabric.
"Hmmm, you're very beautiful, Burnwood. I wonder how many men have fired their cannons off to you," I said. As I watched her shoulders slip through the fabric of her shirt. Just like the coat, it seemed to cascade off her body like water from a hot bath.
Once the shirt was gone, all Diane was left with was her bra and panties. Both of which had done their due justice in making my cock stand at attention. Well, given the way I had myself seated and with my pants on, it was a bit uncomfortable since the belt buckle pushed my cock against my stomach.
As I had with my mother, Aesteal, and Ellen, I twirled my finger. "Turn around. Let me feast upon the guard of one of the world's most terrifying powers," I said.
"Yes, sir," Diane said as she spun on her heels and slowly turned around for me. I wondered how many battles and fights this body had been through to have such a wonderful tightness to it. As she spun, I reached out a hand and caressed her revolving stomach and back with two fingers. She shivered from my touch, but she never stopped spinning.
Finally, my desires for Diane made themselves known when I touched her. I could feel the firm rocks of the muscles that lined her stomach wall. She might not be a type of beautiful that one would find gracing noble courts or whorehouses, but she was the type that held a sort of unrestrained and untamed ferocity in her disposition. Perhaps that was why her meekness was throwing me off. She had deigned me worthy of the leash that could keep her bound.
"Stop," I said.
Diane stopped.
I stared at her lean form and the clouds of lust began to cover my eyes. "Finish undressing," I said as I stood up. I then walked over to my bed as I heard the shifts of her undergarments falling to the floor. I then knelt down and pulled out my prized wooden box that had aided me so well during this trip.
Tired? I knew not the meaning of the word right now.
I pulled out a long piece of rope and turned around. There stood Diane in all her naked, feminine glory. I was first drawn to the way her nipples jutted out from her tits. There was a fair bit of drop to her breasts, but that only made me desire to grope and fondle her perfectly jugs between my fingers.
The next thing I noticed was the slight drip of arousal down her leg. I smirked. "Oh? Is the deadly Diane Burnwood turned on at the thought of being punished by a lowly bilge rat?" I asked.
Diane held her head down but her breathing sharpened. I walked over to her and pulled her gaze up by her chin. Her eyes widened as I quickly kissed her. I wasted no time and sought out her tongue with my own. I could feel the quiver in her lips as hers touched mine. Her body went rigid, but I eased her body by caressing her cheek.
"Mmmmph!" she groaned as I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her deeper into me. The reluctance in her tongue slowly disappeared. However, before she could partake of the pleasures of this kiss, I separated from her.
She stared at me, clearly confused by why I had stopped. "Does it turn you on? Tell me, you beautiful Draegnarian slut. Does it turn you on, kissing someone ya never thought would get to taste the fruits of your lips? Does it turn you on, falling at the whims of a brat?" I asked as I smirked at her.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
I smiled.
"Are you lying to me?" I asked as licked my lips. I think I saw some defiance in her eyes and that only made my smile grow larger. Yes, there was that fuckin' bitch that I desired.
"No, Sir," she replied.
"Then you won't mind if I check!" I exclaimed. I kissed her once again. She tried to bring up her hands to caress my body, but I smacked them away.
"I didn't say you could move! I'm the only one who's getting what he's ever wanted. All you need to do is use that sharp tongue of yours to caress mine. Got it?" I asked. She moved her head forward and sucked on my tongue in response. I answered by grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her lips from mine.
"Ugggh!" she said in pain.
"Got. It?" I asked.
She growled at me, but I merely held my gaze with her own. "Yes, Sir," she groaned before I reclaimed her lips again. Despite the way her body shivered, she did not move her arms as I continued to savor the sweet taste of her lips. I wonder how many men she's kissed because her lips were a bit clumsy here and there.
Still, I felt her tongue scrape against mine as we part took of each other. I made sure to properly appreciate her form. We parted and I placed tender pecks along her neck and collarbone.
I moved my body behind her while she enjoyed my ministrations. I then took her arms behind her and nibbled on her earlobe. "A ferocious beast like you needs a strong trainer to rein her in. How many men have tried to lay claim to you? To bind you, tie you up, make you squirm, and make you moan? Every curse, every threat, every word that drops from your mouths, men and women wish to silence it with a cock or cunt on your tongue," I said.
Diane's shivers got even fiercer. No doubt the shame and humiliation rushed through her body as she imagined herself tied and restrained by the devious men and women she had encountered in her life. They probably always wished that spitfire tongue would only be used for slathering saliva on a dick or pussy just preparing it for a good fucking.
I tied Diane's arms and bound her hands. I think she was so aroused that she didn't even take notice of my task before it was too late. She moved to say something, but her mouth was quickly bound by a piece of rag. I kissed her cheek. "Those getting punished don't get to talk. Only those without debts to be paid get to do that," I said.
Once that was done, I walked back to my bed. I took out my crop, I pulled off my belt from my pants, and I...took out my wooden paddle. I placed all three on the bed and then walked back to my chair. I took a seat.
"Seas, just looking at you makes me want to forgo the punishment and fuck you in the ass just like we bet a while ago," I said. I saw her eyes widened as she struggled against the ropes with as much strength as she could muster. Unfortunately for her, that type of rope is used for rangling beasts several times stronger than her. There was no hope for her to escape from my grasp.
"HHHHHNIIIIICK!" She breathed out of her gag as I watched her arms squirm some more. The way her arms were trapped behind her back made her breasts and tits jut out from her chest. Her nipples were practically begging for a mouth, teeth, and tongue to latch onto them and suck them hard enough for baby's milk to release from their glorious tips.
I picked up my pitcher of water and poured myself a cup. "Keep wiggling and I'll bind your legs too. Besides, you're running out of time," I said which confused her.
I took a sip of water and then placed the cup on my table. "Since you decided to come here and ask for punishment on your own I figured I could at least let you decide which instrument I should you. I was going to give you two minutes to play with, but since you squirmed so much, I figure a minute is enough. If you can't decide then I'll just use all three," I said.
"MMWHUUAAT?!" Diane asked.
"Time ticks away, Diane," I said.
I then got a lovely view of her ass jiggling as she ran to my bed. I chuckled when I saw her choice. She didn't even look at the crop or the belt. Instead, her eyes zoomed in on the paddle that I had used on Aesteal. Even now, I remember the sweet nectar flowing into my mouth from my slutty elf's baser desires.
I decided to get up and walk over to her. The entire time she kept her gaze on the paddle. I think she stared at it so badly that she thought it would grow a fishtail and swim out to sea.
I reached out for the paddle and grabbed its handle. Diane was then broken from her trance as she turned to me. Her mouth was positively dripping with hot saliva into the rag and onto the floor.
The same could easily be said for her pussy. Having powers over water and the tides, I could sense the rush of fluids flowing down the side of her right leg as she squirmed her thighs together. If I looked down, I'm sure I would be unable to guess which was the saliva and which was flowing orgasmic juice.
"You stare upon this object like a bitch waiting to be mounted. I take it this be what you desire?" I asked. I looked the paddle over and Diane's eyes watched me like a seahawk. I tapped my other hands with the paddle. A nice smack of its wood against my flesh sounded like a whip in the air.
"Time's running out, Diane. You may stare at this all you want, but I have yet to hear a plea for which one. I'm more than happy to use all three," I said which snapped Burnwood out of her stupor.
For the first time, she eyed the other two on the bed. I could practically feel her indecision in the way her eyes darted back and forth. Now, she would just have to communicate to me which she chose...without talking.
Diane made her decision and walked towards me. She then touched the paddle with her forehead. Her body was so hot, so needy, so wet that my skin could feel the heat from her spit during down its frame.
Once her decision was made, I placed the paddle on my desk and placed my belt and crop away. I then moved and sat on my bed. Diane followed me, but she did not sit down. She just stood in front of me, waiting for what to do next.
I placed my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees. I leaned forward and smiled. "Do ya remember what I said last time we met like this?" I asked.
Burnwood had to have known what I was getting at because her cheeks flushed with either anger or embarrassment as she looked down. Aye, good girls get to lick the paddle.
"Beg me, Diane. Like the good little girl slut you are, show me how much you want me to punish you. I am risking Liara's wrath after all. Surely such demands aren't unreasonable," I uttered.
I was aroused. No, I was beyond aroused. I was nearly going crazy from my own lust and this act we had partaken in. I could feel the aura of lust permeating the room around me as I tried to keep myself from simply forgoing the deviance and just fucking Diane so hard that we woke up everyone on the ship.
I don't know where this intense desire to possess Burnwood came from exactly. Aye, I had longed to fuck her and make her sing for me, but just as with my mother and Aesteal, there was something about Burnwood that made my hands tremble behind my back as I steadied my nerves.
Diane then dropped to her knees and turned around. She wiggled her ass in my face and moaned out to me, showing me just how the clearly waterfall slathering and glistening her legs, thighs, and my floor.
Though it must have been painful, Diane even tried fingering her little asshole with her bound fingers. She writhed and moaned at both ends on my floor, enticing me, tempting me, urging me to do as I pleased with her. The skin of her inner labia was positively brimming with lust juice as she tried to pleasure herself for my gratification.
"Mmmmmm...haaaaaa...uuuuuuuuuuugh!" she cried. I allowed this since it turned me on in such a way to hear her moan like an animal instead of attempting to form speech. Her body kept shivering like a harsh cold had blown into my room. I wonder if she even remembered that she was supposed to be enticing me, not masturbating so heavily.
I suppose it be true that people's desires grow stronger when they have been kissed on the cheek by Death.
I grabbed the paddle and stood. I then opened my window, letting the cool air sail in. I heard the sounds of the sea and smirked. So lost in her own pleasure, Diane didn't notice I had waved a long rope of water inside. It was only when it wrapped around her bound hands and hoisted her in the air
"MMMMMMPH! HMMMMPH! MMMM...MMMNNNN...NNNGHN!" she said as I wove the water around to make her face. Her eyes held shock when she saw that I had basically crafted my own lever to house her as high as I wished.
I touched her cheek. "Look at you, Burnwood. A quivering cunt and eyes filled with ecstasy just waiting to be punished like a common slut. Dare you imagine Liara's clients, nobles, servants, and allies across these great lands look at you and watch you beg for the firm touch of a lowly brat? A bitch like you should be ashamed,"
Despite the anger in Diane's eyes, I saw the way her mouth clenched my makeshift gag. Her chest was absolutely blasting back and forth as I sensed the blood rushing from her brain and down into her nether regions.
I then wove my hand and turned her around so her ass was in my face again. I licked my lips. I raised the paddle behind me.
SMACK!
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPH!"
Diane threw her head back and screamed as my senses connected with the rope of water I had been using. I could feel her arms, legs, and body lock as the paddle strike I had placed on her came unexpectedly.
I didn't strike her immediately after. Instead, I moved over to see her face and I was graced with a woman in the complete throes of her own passion. Sweat poured down Diane's forehead as her nostrils flared. No doubt this was due to the pain of my strike, and the way she was being held in the air. Her lungs were tight for air and she could only breathe through her nose.
I cupped her chin and eyed her delicately. "Since this is about you repaying your debts to me, then I'll be going until I'm satisfied," I said. I wonder if she even heard me. Given the circumstances, I think ye would agree that she be unfit to count out loud. However...
"Now then, my sexy gunswoman. Since I'll be hitting you as long as I desire, I think it's only fair that we make sure this is a punishment. I think it be otherwise with how much you're staining my floor. So, you're gonna count these here paddles. Count them in yer head if ya wish, but when I'm done I better hear the exact number I did or I shall find something more fitting for you," I said.
And, with that said, I raised my wooden paddle.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGG!"
SLAP!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGUGUGHHGHGG!"
CRACK!
"HAAAUUAUUUUAHHHH!"
BAM!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"GUAAAAAAAAA! MAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHN!"
Diane moaned, cried, and sobbed as I smacked her ass with my paddle. Naturally, this was not done with my full strength. Aye, I do enjoy the rough play, but I have no desire to maim a woman under my care. Though, with the way the fountain before me kept leaking out like lava from a soon to be active volcano, I do not think Diane would have minded so much.
I stopped for one breather as I surveyed my work for a moment. Diane's ass was red, very red. Just touching it, I thought I had touched a firestone. I couldn't resist a taste as I knelt and spread open her pussy. Shaking lips eager to receive a cock greeted me.
"Tell me, Diane, does a good girl soak a man's floor so eagerly? This doesn't look like the cunt of a good girl. This is a cunt that needs a cock ready to be buried inside it," I said as my placed my mouth to it.
"AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAFFFGH!" I head her garbled cry as my tongue lapped at the running juices from her sweet spot. Seas, the nectar was flowing out in such quantities that my mouth was getting a tad sore from my tongue trying to lap it all. However, I did not stop. I would not stop. My tongue climbed and climbed the clenching and contracting walls of her pussy. I had to say that Diane's pussy was unlike any I had ever tasted before. The way her walls seemed to try and pull my tongue into her drove my cock mad. I could live the rest of my life sipping, slurping, and inhaling this musky scent of this delectable wine that had been presented to me.
Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy the moment fully because Diane trembled hard!
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPH!"
Suddenly, Diane cried as I had to cover my face from the rush of sticky fluids that blasted at me as a result of a sudden orgasm. Ah right, I was in the middle of something before this.
I pulled my face away as I watched Burnwoo'd body slump, but my rope of water still held her as firmly as ever.
I smiled. "I don't recall giving ya permission to cover my face with lust juice, you shameless slut! First my floor and now my face. Perhaps, I was too lenient before,"
I stood back up and walked over to see how the lovely gunswoman of my ship was doing under my care. When I saw her, I was thoroughly pleased by the sight.
Sweat and tears had wrought their curse in Diane's face. The saline flowed down from her eyes and into the rag which made it just as soaked as I imagined. The excess sweat slipped down her chest and through her breasts. Her breaths were ragged and unfocused. However, I could tell that deep within her core she was loving the shame, the pain, and the thrill I was providing her.
I grabbed the rag and pulled it from around her mouth. She panted and I think her tongue fell out for a moment before she rolled it back. By the seas, I swear, her unkempt hair, high as the sky eyes, and burning face made her even more beautiful than I had previously thought. Though my cock had gotten me into trouble with her previously, I could at least rest assured that my tastes had been completely justified.
I held up her chin. "Look at you, Diane. Tell me, do good girls pant like starved wenches?" I asked. I didn't give her time to answer. Instead, I made her taste herself when I kissed her. Her tongue wrestled with mine fervently. Seas, her mouth was like a raging inferno of need and her lips sucked all the juice from my face with otherwordly eagerness.
"Tell me, Diane. How many times have I struck you so far?" I asked.
"F-F-F-Forty times, Sir," she exhaled, her hot breath roasting my nose.
"And any minute now, Liara could come in here and attempt to dispose of me for beating you. Shouldn't I receive some thanks for risking my life in this manner?" I asked.
So lost in her lust, I don't Diane even found the will to resist me. "T-T-T-Thank you, Sir. Thank you for risking your life to punish me," she panted out.
I slowly nodded as I kissed her again. "Well, good girls deserve to be punished just as much as bad girls. However, if ya really wish to show thanks, then I know a better way," I said.
I'm sure Diane caught my drift when I pulled down my pants and freed my cock finally. There be no use in hiding it. My tip was leaking with precum that slid down the underside of my shaft. So filled with blood was it that it stood straight up with a large, purple bulbous head. The fiery gaze of Diane's eyes zoomed in on my crotch as I grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"Words might get ya far on a business deal, but actions carry weight!" I said.
I didn't even give Diane a chance to reply to me. Instead, I lowered her down and shoved my cock into her mouth, using her as I sought fit.
And by the great tides of C'q, it was fantastic.
So warm, so hot, so tender and slither was her mouth and tongue that I threw my head back and thrust my hips and balls into her face. I don't know how well she was doing with what I had just begun. All I knew was that I wanted to dump my seed down Liara's guard's mouth. Fortunately, she seemed to be enjoying it because her tongue constantly tried to wrap around my cock.
Seconds must have passed by like minutes as I lost myself in the euphoria of Burnwoo'd throat. All I could hear was the sound of her soft gagging on my cock as I abused her mouth for my own pleasure. Fast or slow, I alternated my pace. Sometimes I reached be back of her tongue in seconds while others I made her deepthroat me until her nose touched the hairs of my pelvis.
Dammit, I couldn't believe I was actually trembling. The way Diane worked my cock despite my hands on her hair, driving her back and forth, was phenomenal. The pleasure was firing through my brain like a bang of rounds from her pistols. I could not deny it, she was definitely more adept at sucking a cock than my mother or Aesteal, but I can't exactly say the same of Ellen. I would have to find out at some point.
My hips stopped for a moment as I took a steady breath. "This is where a slut like you belongs, tied up with a cock in your mouth. You might be Liara's guard but when you're on my ship, I'm gonna make sure we settled all our debts. Got it?" I asked.
I shivered when Diane slowly nodded, my cock still deep in her mouth.
I slowly pulled my cock from her mouth. "Good. Now, how about we cement this new relationship of ours? I know something I've been dying to try ever since I first met you," I said. Her eyes widened as I walked back to her swollen ass and quaking pussy.
I knelt down and licked her puckered asshole before I smacked her nether cheeks once more which made her groan. "Oh, don't worry, I'll take your ass after we enter Delverhold. That'll be my personal prize for the doubts back on Draegnar, but I've always wondered what the pussy of Liara's guard feels like!" I exclaimed.
I'm sure Diane wanted to say something, but I had still not given her permission to speak. She could only wiggle her ass for me as I teased her lips by rubbing the sides of my cock against them. I then lined my cock with her cunt and slowly pushed inside.
"oOOOOOOOooOOOoOOOOOOH!" Diane cried as I felt the warm, tight, slippery walls of her cavern sucking me in like a whirlpool of female lust that began to mix with my own desires.
"OH GOD! No wonder you drive men mad, Diane. A cunt like this was made for a cock to be stuffed inside it!" I complimented as I buried myself further and further until my balls rested against her lower hips. I didn't want to say it, but I almost blew my load right there. How I held off the igniting string to fire the cannon was beyond even me,
Constantly, Diane's vagina flexed its walls to accommodate my girth as I pulled out and then slammed back in. The scents of lust, sex, and passion filled my room as I grabbed Diana's hips and fucked her like it would be the last fuck of my life.
"Oooooooooooooaaaa...ooooaaaaoaaaaaah...Hnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaa!" she moaned as I grunted like a boar. My lust refused to be tamed and my desire to mate with this spitfire wench fueled me forward.
The outside world wasn't entirely lost to me because my ship suddenly rang with the sounds of moans of my crewmates from the various levels of the ship. It seemed that not only Diane and I had felt the human desire to mate after our brush with death had subsided.
The sounds of my crew, the sounds of my flesh slapping inside Diane's own, and the very fact that Liara, the almighty witch I was attempting to bring to my cause, was hearing her guard and I go at it next door all thrilled me. Diane's body was so sensual, so tight, so clinging to my cock, that I had to make the rope of water lower her down because I was losing the feeling in my legs.
Once we hit the floor, I was free to pound into her as much as I desired. "Ughhhhhhh...oooooooooooh...Huuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaa...Mmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaa...auuuuuauauauaugh!" she wailed as she no doubt felt my intrusion searching for the deepest parts of her to pleasure.
SMACK!
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!"
Diane threw her head back as I raised my hand and brought it down over her ass. "I'm glad you're feeling my cock stir up your cunt, Diane. However, you're still getting punished after all. I'd better still get a correct count after this," I said.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
CRACK!
SLAP!
SLAP!
BAM!
"HAAAAAAAAAAA...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH...UU-U-U-UGGGGGGGGGGGGH!"
I felt a warm heat rush over my cock as I realized Diane had just had another orgasm. The muscles of her trained body clung to me expertly, but it was the sleek stretches of her open cavity that made me feel like I was being coiled up in a tight blanket.
Seconds, minutes, hours, I was lost to the measurements of time as I continued to fuck Diane for all she was worth. Unfortunately, my time came as, between our fucking and her spanking, the stimulation within my cock had been too much for me. I could only grab her hips and growl. My hand was getting kind of tired from the repeated hits.
"F-F-FUUUUUCK, I'm gonna cum inside you! I'm gonna flood your opening womb with my offspring! To see the great Diane Burnwood swell with the stomach be a dream as glorious as the sea is wide!" I warned.
Instead of opposing, I felt Diane's pussy take me further in as she had already been lost and subdued to my desires and her lust. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I shouted as I felt the cum fire out of my cock like a water hose. My hips locked as thick ropes of potent sperm flooded her womb.
I felt her cunt clench once again. No doubt the thought of her getting bred by a common street punk was enough to make her cum a third time. I held onto her for about a minute or so before I pulled out. Clearly my cock wasn't done because three more spurts of cum landed on her ass while I fell back.
We both panted on the floor as we basked in the afterglow of the amazing fuck we had just shared. I released the rope of water back into the sea and untied Diane's arms. They fell down with a thud while she tried to catch her breath.
Once our breaths were steadied, I was the first to get up. I surveyed my work.
Diane looked absolutely beautiful. Her body was sprawled over my floor like some tattered rug. Her body was covered in sweat and glistened beneath the light of my dimming candle.
I brushed a piece of hair from her face and kissed her cheek. "Well? How many hits was that, Burnwood? I'm waiting," I said.
I heard her tired, but oddly satisfied breaths before she spoke. "S-S-S-Sixty-five, sir!' She replied.
Hmmm, how unfortunate for me that she was correct. Oh well.
"Very good. Now, for a good girl who did such a good job, I have a reward for ya," I said.
When she looked up, I showed her the glistening paddle filled with her sticky juices just waiting to be licked off. "Good girls...get to lick the paddle," I said.
Diane stared at the paddle like it was some kind of divine artifact. She leaned up until she was on her knees and I held it to her lips. Her tongue stuck out and she licked the paddle clean, taking all of her juices into her mouth and swallowing them like a fine beverage. Once that was done, all of the strength must have left her because she fell back to the floor.
I shook my head. I picked her up and then placed her on my bed. I figured Liara wouldn't mind too badly if her guard wasn't present until tomorrow. Anyway, I blew out my candle and climbed into bed. Whether because she was tired, or because she hadn't regained her senses, Diane leaned her head on my chest as I covered our bodies with the sheets.
The ship soon found itself silent as everyone began to slumber.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was not morning. I must have only slept for one or two hours. I could hear someone walking on the Main Deck by the pattern of footsteps on creaking wood.
I reached over and grabbed a pitcher of water. I filled my dry throat and slowly eased my way out of the bed. The wood was cold, but I didn't mind. I was curious as to who would be up at a time like this. I didn't bother with a shirt. I just grabbed my pants and my coat. I then opened my door and walked outside.
I was surprised to see Ellen standing off the port side bow, her figure leaning against the wooden railing.
Sothshore must not have noticed my appearance because she didn't turn around to greet me. Instead, she continued to stare out into the open sea. More specifically, the sea and the moon.
No doubt my steps were heard now because she turned to me. I took a place next to her. "Does the lovely Sothshore contemplate the will of the world?" I asked. She grunted.
"I'll leave that to the scholar shits that bury their noses in tomes an texts. I don't need philosophy in my life," she said.
I chuckled. "Only gold and coin?" I asked.
She frowned. "If the world needs so much of it, then take it all because then the world needs you. Anyway, what do you want? Don't tell me you actually subdued that bitch Burnwood?" she asked.
I don't know why that question made me laugh, but the sounds of joy rolled off my tongue and over the side of the ship. "There is a cold puddle of wine dripped on my floor if you wish to find out," I replied.
I watched Ellen blush and turn her head away. "I'll pass," she grunted. She then shivered when I took her into my arms. I rested my head on her shoulder while she proceeded to glare at me.
"Am I gonna have to make you?" I asked slowly, my hands rubbing up and down her curves as I did so.
"You really are a horny bastard," she breathed out without much fire in her voice.
I smiled. "Well, there is one thing you can do if you do not wish to partake of it," I told her. She eyed me warily, but that didn't stop me from tickling her skin with soft rubs.
"And what would that be?" She asked.
Once she asked that, I stopped my movements. She looked at me curiously before I grabbed her hands and guided her to the center of the ship. "Simple. Though I was dragged into it as well, I missed one person to share the joys of a dance with. You shall help me rectify that," I answered.
Ellen looked at me like she had never seen me before in her life. She looked mightily uncomfortable as we stood there. "I ain't some lass of the high noble courts. I...don't dance," she said.
I rubbed her cheek and my finger grazed her eyepatch. "You do now," I said as I took her in my arms. There was no music to sway us to so we just settled for an awkward movement back and forth.
Over the seas, the first trial behind us, I danced with one of the most dangerous women in the entire world of D'orn.