Lost in Eros 3: The Return 08

"Hey, pass that around, Professor," Tascha laughed as she took the flagon from him. After a cautious sip, she promptly took a much longer drink. "Mmm, now that's good stuff!"

As Shelonda took her turn, Don turned to the closest seaman, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me."

"Aye?" the fellow turned to Don with a quizzical eye and the beginning of a smile.

"Hello, my name is Don, and these are my friends Tascha and Shelonda."

"Yar, good day to ye ladies," the man grinned with a definitely twinkle in his eye. "I be Joseph."

"I take it that you're the crew of the ship that just anchored offshore?"

"Har! Wouldn't do to anchor on shore, now, would it?"

Don chuckled, and said, "No, it wouldn't. Who would I talk to about arranging passage to the Grotto of Ishtar?"

Joseph, who was more than a little distracted by Shelonda's breasts, took a short moment and then said, "Oh, for that kind of thing, ye'll be wanting to talk to the cap'n."

"Excellent," Don smiled broadly. "Where can I find the captain?"

"Oh, the cap'n'll be along shortly," Joseph said with some effort at restraining a laugh. One of his companions overheard his answer and did burst into a loud guffaw.

"Thank you," Don nodded with a frown. He turned to talk to Tascha, but she had wandered off a bit. She was now talking with a couple of the other crewmen, who were quite happy to give her their undivided attention and to share their flagons of grog with her. Shelonda was still standing nearby, but was returning Joseph's flirtatious glances while occasionally drinking from the flagon Tascha had left in her care.

Noticing Don's attention, Shelonda smiled broadly and repeated, "This is good stuff!"

"That's good," Don nodded with a bit of concern. Apparently the grog was some kind of intoxicant – the first they had come across in Eros – and Don was a bit wary about mysterious consequences. He resolved to abstain from grog, as something of a designated adventurer.

"Ye've got a lovely figure," Joseph said to Shelonda.

"Thank you," she smiled and sidled over a bit closer.

Don stepped back to get a little further out of the way. Looking around, he guessed that there were about twenty crewmen in the tavern, but there was no sign of anyone who might be the captain, or even an officer. Meanwhile, he saw that Tascha was now half sitting, half leaning on the edge of one of the big tables. She had a flagon of grog in her right hand, and was running her left along the taut, tanned bicep of one sailor, while a second man leaned in on her right to talk with her.

Looking back to Shelonda, Don saw that Joseph had drawn her with him over to a chair at a side table. Don watched as Joseph pulled her into his lap and very efficiently exposed her full breasts. She laughed as he said something and began pinching and teasing her nipples.

Over against the big table, Tascha was making out with the man on her left, who seemed to have his hand up between her legs and under her skirt. The man on her right looked like he had lowered his mouth to her breast on that side. In another moment, Tascha had set her flagon down on the table a bit to the side and behind her, so that she could busy her hands with reaching into the pants of the two men.

"Can I get you a drink, sir?" said a pretty bar maid.

"No, thank you," Don smiled, noticing her blue eyes and very inviting cleavage.

"'At your service, sir," she grinned and moved on.

Tascha was now making out with the man on her right, while the one on her left was taking his turn at her breast. Don could see his muscular forearm flexing as he worked his fingers up between Tascha's legs. Tascha had managed to work their pants down and now, rather obviously, was pulling on and stroking their cocks.

Don looked around, found a likely chair, and sat up on the back of it, putting his feet on the seat. This way, he could better keep an eye on things. He saw that Shelonda was now kneeling between Joseph's thighs, and the back of her head was moving up and down in a steady motion that Don had become quite familiar with. A couple of Joseph's friends were also watching intently, but apparently patiently.

Tascha was now leaning back on the table, supported by her left arm, as the man on her left moved between her legs, pushing himself into her. Tascha had her right arm around the neck of the man on her right, pulling him toward her so she could continue to make out with him. Quite a few of the men were watching this scene, many of them with a flagon in one hand as they adjusted their own hard-ons. Some had gone so far as to pull their cocks out and stroke them openly.

Don was finding the urge to stroke his own persistent erection almost irresistible.

Just then, though, the door opened, letting in a blinding swath of white sunlight along with a small group of individuals. Squinting, Don saw three women and a large, naked man who made every other man in the room look a bit scrawny and weak in comparison. Of the women, though, there was one who instantly drew Don's attention.

She swept the room with an imperious look that took in the positions of every man and woman in the room, including Don, but accorded him no more attention than anyone else. She had her hands on her hips and stood there in her calf-hugging high-heeled boots as if she owned the place. She wore a long dark brown overcoat that almost dragged on the floor behind her, as well as a black tri-corn hat with a bright red feather sticking out of the folded up brim atop the coppery red hair that fell down around her face and shoulders in an unruly tumult. Underneath the coat, which was thrown open carelessly, her torso was encased in a rust colored corset that emphasized her charms to undeniable good effect. Her smooth, muscular thighs disappeared into a rather incongruous red miniskirt. The hint of a smile on her lips betrayed equal measures of amusement and contempt. Though she was probably less than a meter and a half tall, she commanded the room as soon as she entered it. Along with the Lady and India, she was one of the most palpably sexual creatures Don had ever seen.

Confident that this was the captain he had been waiting for, Don took another moment to look at her a bit more carefully. He noted her long neck, her fair complexion, the spray of freckles across her cheeks, and the particularly adorable broad nose, upon which rode the only pair of glasses he had seen in Eros. As he slid off his chair, Don was vaguely aware that Shelonda was making happy swallowing noises as Joseph groaned, and that Tascha was being fucked vigorously on the table in the center of the room with a gang of men each waiting to take a turn coupling with her, but he was focused on the woman – the captain – who was now striding decisively toward a table in the corner of the room, her little entourage in tow. Don noticed that the crewman in her vicinity bowed their heads a bit and backed away to give her space.

Whether or not either of the women with her or the big man noticed him, Don proceeded as if they weren't there. He ignored them and approached the table, arriving just as the captain sat down in a high-backed chair with arms, unlike the other chairs in the room.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Don said, noticing that it suddenly felt very warm in the tavern. "I take it that you're the captain of the ship that just arrived."

"Yar," she nodded, as she gave Don a long look. He noticed that her eyes were gray with a hint of green. "I be Captain Sage of the Maidenhead."

"'Pleased to meet you, Captain," Don nodded. "My name is Don. I was wondering if I might arrange a bit of passage aboard your ship for myself and my two friends."

"The two wenches entertaining my men?" Don sensed that there was something a bit less genuine in her piratic accent when compared with Joseph's.

"Aye," Don nodded, unintentionally slipping into the vernacular.

"They do seem enthusiastic," she smiled, perhaps with a bit of disdain.

Don chuckled, "They are that."

"Have a seat, there, Don," Sage said. It was clearly intended as a command.

As Don drew the indicated chair back and sat down, the big, naked man took up a position directly behind his captain, and the two women, at whom Don still hadn't had a good look, arranged themselves to either side of their leader. Before all of these arrangements were completed a bar maid hurried up with a platter bearing four flagons of grog.

"Yer not from around here, are ye, Don?" the Captain asked as she took the first choice of the flagons.

"Nay... No, I'm not," Don nodded. "We've come a long way."

She looked at him from over the brim of her drink as she took a long swallow. She seemed to be examining him with an amused curiosity.

"Do tell," she said as she lowered her grog.

"Well, we started out in a place called the Manor," Don responded. "Since then, well, we've had some ... adventures. We came down the river from the Resort most recently."

"And before then?"

"Before the Resort?"

"Before the Manor," she corrected, a clearly amused smile on her lips.

"Um, Florida," Don answered, more than a little taken aback by her question, which was so atypical among the normal denizens of Eros.

"Yar," Captain Sage nodded. "Ye are a long way from home, Don."

Don opened his mouth to ask a question, but there was something about her downright smug expression that made him pause. He wasn't used to being so off balance. He struggled to work out what it was about this woman that was throwing him off.

"How be the Lady?" Sage asked idly.

"She is doing well," Don said, "or at least she was last time I saw her."

Sage smiled, for the first time without any hint of contempt or derision, "She's quite a woman."

Don noticed that her pirate had slipped quite a bit there, but decided to let it pass without any comment. "She is at that, Captain."

"So, where is it ye be faring, Don?" she asked, her piratic accent even a bit stronger now.

"We just need passage to the Grotto of Ishtar. Do you know where that is?"

"Aye," she nodded. "I can take ye there, if that be where ye want to go."

"You don't think it's a good idea."

"I didn't say that," she shrugged. She leaned back and casually cast her right leg up over the arm of her rather throne-like chair. Unsurprisingly, Don felt the undeniable urge to look down along her firm thigh and see what she was exposing to him, but, with a huge effort of will, he managed to keep his eyes on hers. He thought he noticed a twitch of a reaction in her smile or her eyes.

"My friend, Tascha, needs to get to the Grotto," Don said.

"And ye don't?"

"We go together."

"I see," she said. "Well then, what be in it for me and my crew?"

Don was surprised to realize that he hadn't thought about this in advance. After a moment, during which he noticed the ornate pendant that hung around Sage's neck and between the white mounds of her breasts, he said, "Well, perhaps we can provide some service."

"Yar, I see what services your friends might be providing," she laughed cheerfully and gestured out to the room behind Don.

He turned around in his chair to first see Shelonda, on her knees in the middle of half-circle of men being splattered with cum. Twisting further he saw Tascha in a similar state. She was now naked and lying back on the table, her butt hanging off the edge as one of the crewmen, but not one of the two who had been with her earlier, drove into her roughly, her legs up in the air. Several men were kneeling on the table on either side of her, so she could help them stroke their hard cocks. Don was pretty sure he could see that her chest and face were rather thoroughly covered in cum.

When Don turned back around to Captain Sage, he saw that she had changed her pose again, and was now leaning on the table with her chin in her hands. He noticed that she was not wearing any rings. She was looking at him with playful curiosity.

"What service might ye be offering, Don?"

He smiled, for the first time feeling like the interview was going well. "I have some things to offer. If you would like to..."

"Oh, not for me, Don," she laughed, "though it's sweet o' ye to think o' me. 'Sides I don't know what ye might offer that I can't be getting from Sven here." With a slight toss of her head she indicated the man hovering behind her.

Don looked at Sven and for the first time noticed the rather impressive cock on the muscular, blond giant. His eyes meeting Sage's again, he said, "Well, there are other things..."

"Hmm, well, for such things, if I was of a mind, I have pretty Jasmine here and Megan," she said as she reached out to touch the women at either side. She nodded a bit to her left and then right as she spoke their names, indicating which was which.

Don finally looked at the two women. Jasmine was a striking East Asian woman with jet black hair cut short and startling green eyes. She was quite tall, and had surprisingly full breasts, which were only barely covered by the diaphanous aquamarine top she wore. She smiled warmly at Don as he glanced at her. Megan, on the other hand, was a very young looking Caucasian girl with shoulder length, straight auburn hair. Like her mistress, Megan wore a form fitting corset that pushed her fuller breasts up in a quite distracting display – now that Don was actually looking at her. Not so tall as Jasmine, but taller than Sage, Megan only barely acknowledged Don's momentary attention. Both of the women had leather collars cinched around their throats.

"But maybe ye could demonstrate those other things for us, Don," Sage suggested with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. She gave Jasmine's shoulder a squeeze, smiled at her and nodded over at Don. Jasmine rose from her chair and moved around the table.

Don tried to get some kind of read on what exactly Sage was up to, but her expression, though cheerful, was completely enigmatic.

Don scooted his chair back and let Jasmine sit on the edge of it, she smiled down at him as she hiked up her dark blue skirt and spread her long legs, exposing her bare pussy for him. Her position on the table blocked Don's view of Sage. He smiled up at Jasmine before leaning in to kiss the inside of her smooth thigh. Jasmine murmured her approval as his lips moved up her leg, and she edged herself forward a bit. When Don ran his tongue over her moist labia, Jasmine shuddered and reached down to pull his head in closer. Don obliged by pushing his tongue between her lips, tasting her juices. Jasmine leaned back on the table as Don slowly began to lick at her clit. He worked two fingers up inside her increasingly wet pussy as he focused his attention on her clit. Don was intent on what he was doing, so he was only barely aware of Megan as she came around and began to make out with Jasmine, kissing her passionately and playing with Jasmine's beautiful tits.

Don gradually increased the pace of his licking and sucking, while simultaneously increasing the tempo of the fingering of Jasmine's pussy. Jasmine raised one long leg and wrapped it around Don's back, pulling him toward her. Without diminishing the pace or pressure on Jasmine's clit, Don began to move his free hand up along Megan's leg, idly caressing it, and slowly working his way higher. Glancing up, he saw that Megan had freed her tits from the corset and was offering them to Jasmine, who was sucking avidly on Megan's nipples.

By the time Jasmine was shaking and groaning on the edge of the table with a long, drawn out orgasm, Don had been stroking Megan's pussy for a while, and she was rather happy to take Jasmine's place in front of Don. The transition happened so quickly that Don didn't have a chance to get more than a glance of Sage, who seemed to be just sitting back enjoying the show.

In spite of her earlier display of indifference, Megan was more enthusiastic than Jasmine, holding Don's head in place as he lapped at her clit, and then coming more quickly and much more loudly.

When Megan's trembling had subsided, Don pulled back and smiled up at her. The young woman leaned down to take hold of his head and pulled him up to her, kissing him violently. As soon as she was sure he wouldn't try to escape, she released his head and dropped her hands to his waist and promptly worked at freeing his straining cock. Don felt her fingers stroking and pulling on him, and then he was being positioned at the warm, waiting mouth of her pussy. He pushed into her in one motion, and Megan bit his tongue a bit for his effort. Don shoved up into her once, twice, and then a third time, and then she was coming again. Before she had even come down again, she fell back on the table, and pulled Don to her with her legs.

Over to Don's right, on Sage's left, Jasmine was sitting in a chair turned toward Sage, sucking on Sven's very large cock. Don wondered how Tascha would deal with that monster. He thought about looking around to see what Shelonda and Tascha were up to, but his eyes were locked on Captain Sage's. She was watching him with what seemed like amused indifference. Don kept looking into her eyes as he began to fuck Megan on the table in front of her – for her. He was dimly aware that Megan was squeezing her own tits tightly and thrashing about wildly beneath him as she came again and again, but Don was intent on driving into her pussy repeatedly until he came, never taking his eyes off Sage, who never stopped watching him in return.

When Don came, it was with a savage force. His cum gushed out of him in a fiery torrent, filling up Megan's pussy and spilling out of her. The groan that emanated from the depths of his throat was almost inhuman.

As he caught his breath, Don heard Captain Sage say, "Aye, Don, we'll take ye and yours to the Grotto."