The Story of a Lifetime Ch. 04

I clamped my teeth down slightly, instinctively, on his nipple, and he shuddered and moaned out loud. He pressed his cock harder against me, keeping himself as deep as he could be as it throbbed again. Another spray of cum splashed into me, pouring hot seed into my body as his cock twitched in my hand.

I kept my hand moving, squeezing and massaging the throbbing muscle as he thrust again, still shuddering and spraying cum. The sheer force of it was like nothing I'd ever felt. If he hadn't been inside of me, I was sure it would have shot straight into the air like a geyser.

I squeezed and pumped, coaxing more fluid from his throbbing appendage. He shook and shuddered, pumping into me for all he was worth, and my body greedily drank it all in.

Finally it was done. He twitched again in my hand as I stroked him, squeezing the last drops from his body and into mine.

"Fuck," I whispered as he finally stopped moving. "That was insane."

We laid there a moment, held together; him in me, and me around him. The moment couldn't last forever, and he was the first to move again. There was a definite squelching noise as his still-erect member slid out of me, and I felt immediate warmth trickle down my ass as a deluge of cum started draining from me.

"Holy gods," I whispered, looking down at the mess. I managed to work myself up to a sitting position, but my legs weren't working well enough for me to stand. A thin river of cum dribbled out of me, pooling on the minotaur's blanket. "You made a pretty big mess there, mister."

"You helped out there, missus," he said with a chuckle as he settled back against the railing again. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and shifted over, sitting beside him and staring up at the stars. "I just got fucked by a man with a horse-sized cock, and miraculously managed not to get split in half. I'd say I'm doing pretty well, all things considered."

He looked over at me, concern written clearly on his face. I waved away his concern with a negligent toss of my hand. A moment of companionable silence went by as we caught our breath and stared up at the night sky.

"Do you really think I'm as beautiful as the goddess of the moon?" I finally asked.

"As beautiful and more," he told me, and I turned to find his big brown eyes fixed on mine. "I've never seen someone with such easy grace. Your hair shines in the sun, your eyes show so much passion, and your body is phenomenal."

I couldn't help but laugh. "That last part wasn't particularly poetic, but I appreciate it all the same."

"Poetic or not, it's true. You're absolutely beautiful."

"I don't know if I can really offer a name to you, since I'm not part of your culture," I told him, my voice husky, "but if I can, then I've got one for you, Stubs."

"Tialdin," he said.

I blinked. "What?"

"Tialdin is my birth name," he told me. "Stubs is just what the sailors call me. And you can certainly offer a name, although there are no guarantees it'll stick. Is it an intimate name or a glory name?"

"Both, I think," I said with a smile. "I dub thee Tialdin, Slayer of Drakes and Owner of a Massive Cock, Who Brings Women to Screaming Pleasure."

He chuckled long and hard, and slipped an arm over my shoulder. I leaned against his furry chest and let him warm me up.

We slept like that for a little while, until I had to relieve myself. After that I checked on Tialdin, and found him sleeping, so I dressed again and made my way back to my own bedroll.

The next day was busy, and I barely had time to even nod at him, let alone chat. Mel saw my face and immediately knew I'd had a good night, but I wouldn't tell her who the lucky man was. I got the side-eye from at least one sailor, who had probably heard me fucking, but also didn't know who my partner had been.

That night and the next I got caught up playing cards with the kitchen crew, and before I knew it the voyage was over.

It was in the afternoon on day eight that the little goblin sighted land, and the crew whooped with excitement. We had made good time, and managed to avoid both pirates and sea monsters.

As the crew started getting ready to dock, I couldn't help but feel a little morose. I was staring out at the port city when I heard clopping footsteps beside me. I didn't even need to look to know it was Tialdin.

"Hey, you," he said, leaning against the rail beside me. "I guess this is where you get off?"

"I already got off," I said with a grin. "You helped out with that, if I remember correctly."

He guffawed and looked me over, smiling. "Amaranthea, The Endless Wanderer. Where is your road going to take you next?"

"I don't know. My first stop will be a good bath. After that I'll need a good map. And from there? Who knows."

The crew started the desperate frenzy to get the ship ready for docking, and I watched Tialdin grab a rope and do the work of two or three men. I couldn't help but smile as his muscles rippled under the tension of heaving the weight. He wasn't the kind of guy I'd want to stay with, I thought to myself, but damn if he wasn't fun to look at.

I turned back portside, and looked at the unfamiliar architecture and the people wearing strange fashions. Where to next?