The Vengeful Tide Ch. 02

Never in my life have I heard my mother say please. Whether it was please stop, or please...continue, I didn't know. What I did know was that she could not mistake the feeling of my cock against her leg. I gently rocked my hips. From our position, it was pretty obvious that Liara knew what we were doing.

"In a desert, even a puddle looks like heaven to a dying man. He finds that it's only his imagination playing with him. A wharf rat such as yourself has no ground to stand on. What good is your truth when I have met the lies of those even nobler than you?" she returned.

What she said was the truth. I had nothing to back up my claim. It would be foolhardy of her to trust a young Draegnar street rat who just came to her for the first time. Yet, it was obvious that she had not told me to leave yet. She was curious, but she would never admit it.

I closed my eyes, but my hands did not stop caressing my mother. In fact, I began moving my fingers for more northern fields. I moved them from her thighs. They traveled upwards until they rested on her navel and stomach. Her hands clenched my shirt, yet she made no move to remove me. I would have resisted regardless, but her wavering acceptance was more than enough for me to take this hint.

"The Lost Isles of Delverhold, said to contain enough treasure to purchase three kingdoms, said to have been left behind by the hands of a great alchemist who crafted the Elixir of Eternal Youth, said to be the site of an ancient library with books of so much power...that it makes even a certain Witch pale in comparison. I now wonder if you doubt me out of pride...or fear," I goaded. She seemed that she wanted to say something, but I was quicker than her. As I spoke, I slowly began to grind my erection against my mother's leg. Her breath tickled my neck as my hands began to work a spell that I knew I could conjure.

"It be a simple thing that even a Drakth bastard could figure it out, Witch. You be much older than I dare imagine. You be smarter than me as well. Sea gods know, you have traversed the mysteries of this world far longer than I. Let's form a contract signed in blood. If I'm lying, you may do with my life as you wish, but...if I'm right and I escort you there, I'll get to demand one thing from you and you will not turn it down. I'll have you swear it upon whatever heathen gods you worship," I said.

Ilzahold thought on this for a moment. Though I was fondling my mother despite our conversation, we both knew that what I was suggesting was not something someone just casually talked about. If I could not fulfill this contract, I would remain a slave to Liara until my bones turned to dust. Nevermind my plans of revenge, I would never continue in my quest for my former glory. No, I would never continue in my quest for even greater glory! But, that is where the essence of a pirate lies. The adventure, the bold steps into danger for the risk of a grand treasure. If I had Ilzahold by my side, my quest would be greater in glory and in pleasure.

"A bold claim, boy. I look forward to testing the results of my research on you as a willing participant. Very well, I'll accept this on two conditions," she said.

"And those be what?" I asked.

"For providing me with such an interestingly brief meeting, I will offer you the supplies you wish for without the knowledge that you obtain. After all, I can't trust your word. You could be sending forces I own to their deaths. It only benefits me if you take me there yourself. So, I'll forgo the information into The Lost Isles of Delverhold for now. Next, let me see you bring your mother to the highest form of ecstasy. I was recently running out of a vial for sexual fluids. Rather easy to come by, yes, but...I find myself treated to a show on the...creation process," she answered to me.

My lips curved upwards. I turned to my panting mother. "Do you hear that, mother? The Witch of Draegnar wants to see your son make you stain the floors with your lusty scent like a common tavern bitch. She wants to see your son skillfully play, and tease you. Aren't you going to stop me?" I asked as I continued rubbing her soft thighs with my erection.

My mother did not raise her hands to stop me. "L-Like I could," my mother replied. Of course, she was right. It was obvious that I was not asking my mother for permission to take her. I could take her at any time that I wanted, and she would not be able to stop me. However, a man seeks to respect his mother in all things. I would not bring her meaningless harm.

Besides, my mother could deny it all she wanted, but I could feel the wet flow of juices slowly trickling down her leg. She was enjoying what I was providing. "Didn't I say I would take care of you? I meant in all things, mom. Let me show the Witch of Draegnar how a wharf rat commands his household," I said.

I needed to say no other words. Instead of the light touches or tickles I left on my mother's body. I openly attacked her body like a poor Scathian dog attacks a bone. I latched my lips onto my mother's neckline. Her skin felt smooth to the touch and no less tasty. She wriggled her neck, possibly to try and remove the kisses I was placing on her, but all it served to do was grant me better access.

I placed rough kisses upon her while my hands quickly worked. My left hand moved from her stomach and to her chest. I chuckled when I already made contact with her nursing orbs. "No undergarments, mother? Tides below, if I didn't know any better I be betting you were expecting this," I teased her.

A hiss expelled from her lips when I groped one of her mounds of flesh. "Why...would I seduce my own flesh and blood? Y-You...ugh...bet poorly," My mother grunted while her nails clenched into her hands. I merely laughed before my right hand moved southward. I trailed along her tights carefully striking those nerves of pleasure that sent electricity to her brain. I be no man of science, but the experiences I had made this a trivial matter to do.

As I went further down, my mother swiftly closed her legs. "Mother, you have until the count of ten to open your legs to me," I said. I then started counting. My mother kept her legs firmly closed during the entire ten counts. I exhaled.

I stopped my working hands and looked at my mother. She stared back at me defiantly. "Tell me, mother, do you know what happened to the last person who didn't listen to me?" I asked. Of course, there was no way she would know, but my mother formed a look between anger, curiosity, and unease.

I turned her over. I surprised both her and Liara when I laid her over my lap. Her delectable ass swayed in the air. "Eric! Eric! What are you doing? Let me go!" she screamed. I ignored her. Instead, I stared into the eyes of my audience.

"Sorry about this outburst. She's still a little new to our arrangement. I hope this won't impact our future business together," I said. Liara offered a smile filled with lust. In fact, I watched the beautiful witch slowly spread her tongue through the shade of red on her lips. I could see her nipples poking the fabric of her clothing.

She leaned forward on her desk for a better view. "Tis not a worry. The unruly should be punished for misconduct. The only question is, how harsh is your judgment?" she asked. Oh, the old witch would find that my judgment could hold as much force as an adamantine cannon.

I turned back to my shocked mother. "I told you that I was in charge of our house, Ira Drakclaw. Yet, in the first day, you have defied me not two, not three, but four times. Three times you have spoken out of turn, and this fourth time...you have resisted my touch. You know what happens to disobedient wenches?" I asked. Never in my life had I used my mother's name until now. I was the one in control, and to defy me was to defy the very seas that she loved.

My mother widened her eyes and she tried to move, but my grip was strong. "I allowed you to either call me Eric or Sir. You settled on Eric to keep the brief relationship that we have always had. Now, for your punishment, you will call me Son for the duration of the thirty spanks of my palm I hit you with. After each, you will say 'I'm sorry for denying you my body, Son.' I suggest you do them mother. I can think of much worse to do to your frail body than this," I threatened.

My mother opened her mouth to speak, but she must have been drowning in an ocean of words because nothing came out. I could feel her shivering body on my lap. Seeing her scared drove me mad with desire, but I understood where our place stood as well. I would not harm her so badly that bruises which never fade would appear. I may be a heartless bastard to those who deserve my wrath, but I hold too much love for my mother to treat her in such a fashion...unless she desired it.

I grabbed my mother's pants and pulled them down. I noticed she strangely stopped moving her legs in futile resistance. Her pale bottom lay in full view of two lustful gazes. I touched her plump cheeks. I was going to do it. I was going to conquer...my mother. I raised my hand. "Start counting, mother," I said.

"UGH!" My mother jerked her body and offered our watcher a loud grunt. The resounding crack of flesh against flesh roared through the room. I rested my hand on her ass. My mother said nothing. A frown slowly started to form on my face. A quick glance at Ilzahold showed me that even she was displeased.

"Eric, boy, I am your mother! Why are you doing this to me?! I...AH!"

I smacked my mother's ass. She jerked her head as the pain fired through her body. I could feel my strike's power sending electricity through her body.

"I raised your ungrateful ass! FUCK!"

I swatted her bottom even harder.

"I put food on the table while you ran around the island causing stupid mischief! UGHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed. I could see my handprints beginning to shape on her lovely rear. Her strong speech quickly became a distortion of anger and sorrow.

"Did you think I liked inviting those fuckers into my house? Did you think I enjoyed blowing their smelly cocks with my mouth and hands?! I did it for us to survive! I did it! Not you, boy! ME! ARGH F-FUCK!" She cursed at me.

"Why should I listen to you? You hold me and threaten me!"

SMACK!

"You shame me in front of a woman I don't even know!"

SMACK!

"You undermine my authority over our house like I'm some weakling seadog that has not sailed for two decades! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" My mother...moaned.

SMACK!

"Do you think I'm not good enough?!"

SMACK!

"I...

SMACK!

"Eric...,"

SMACK! SMACK!

"You stupid, ungrateful, pathetic, Boy! I've taught you survival! Why...won't you leave me to die?!"

The three smacks that I was about to deliver...never came.

My mother stopped speaking, but Liara and I could hear her sobbing. My hands slowly stopped moving. This revelation surprised even one such as I. All my previous life, I had never seen the signs of my mother contemplating taking her own life. This headstrong woman whom had made the seas rumble under the authority of her former captain was not strong enough to bear the burden that her illness had placed on her.

I now began to understand that her teachings of survival...were for me to eventually realize the fruitless efforts in my keeping her alive. I would leave her to the sea's fate and...survive!

I closed my eyes for only a moment. I then opened them.

"Because mother, I'm going to make you strong again. I said I would handle the affairs of our house. You are my treasure to be plundered by me, and envied by all others. Your body is my temple. Your heart is my house. Your mind is for me to mold as I see fit. You, my mother, are my possession. Do you think my cock will rise for a worthless wench? Do you think I would meet with one of the most dangerous forces on this island for a woman I would leave to die?" I asked her.

My mother offered me no reply.

"You underestimate me, mother. I make the choices in this house. Thus, I be the one to tell you when and where you might die! You offer no more, and no less to me. You...will submit to me!" I spoke as if my words had already been written upon stone. My mother did not speak once more.

I raised my hand for a harder strike. "Oooooh! OOOOOH! S-Sorry for denying you my body, Son," my mother said with a loud moan.

I graced my mother's hindquarters with a rewarding, if short, massage. "Very good, mother. Only sixteen more to go," I said. I raised my hand. I then swung it down.

"OH! I'm sorry for denying you my body, Son," My mother said. Her bottom was red from my touch, and her breath was heavy. She did not say it, but I could see the fruits of my labor washing down her thighs. Each smack, I felt my hand growing wetter. Each strike, I felt her brush up against my erection. Dammit, were I a lesser man I would have forgone the punishment just to have my mother's lips around my cock, but there would be a time for such an activity.

"Have no fear, mother. I will lead the two of us out of this impoverished lifestyle. I will take you, and care for you. None will tell me otherwise. This illness which plagues you, I shall crush it and bury it beneath my foot. All those riches you wish for, I shall give them to you, and you will give yourself to me because I am the head of this family. Do you understand me, mother?!" I asked as I smacked her ass again.

"AH! Y-Yes Eric! I'm sorry for denying you my body, Son!" My mother said. Her voice was not so quiet this time. Of course she had no way of believing my words, but that did not matter. If I said them, then I would make them so. My mother would not die a rat's death this time. I would raise this lowly wench of a former pirate into a legend that all the seas would remember. She would be a glorious pirate queen passing judgment over my traitorous former crew members when I saw them.

I turned to Liara. I watched the Witch of Draegnar stare at the scene before her, smiling. I noticed one of her hands was hidden beneath her desk. It was not so mysterious as to what she was doing, but each rise and fall of her bountiful chest spurred my actions.

"Ah...ugh...AH! AH! AUGH! Eric! Eric! Eric! Eric! ERIC!" My mother repeated over and over as I smacked her. These were obviously not the words that I told her to say, but so lost was my mother in her current lust that her rationale was gone.

A powerful orgasm erupted from her body and onto my legs. It felt rather odd. Her climax reminded me of Ellen's, but it was a bit stronger than the lass of the Dead Tales. Soon, my mother lowered from her climax. She huffed as her breasts were crushed between her chest and my legs. Sweat poured from her brow. Her ass was hot to my touch. The strikes I had placed made her quiver and by Davy Jones' Locker she was soaking my pants. I raised my hand.

"Two more, mother." I said. I gave her no time to react. I smacked her with the same brutality as the other strikes.

"Ha...ha...haaaa, I'm sorry for denying you my body, Son!" she said, her energy depleted. She was crushed beneath the weight of my firm discipline. I knew it would take more time for us to establish this relationship, but that was fine. I could wait.

"Very good, mother. I'll make you greater than any captain you've served under," I said. I think struck her once more. Her muscles clenched from her legs and into her arms. She fell limp over my knees. I could see the corner of saliva falling from her open lips. I could see the redness of the cheeks on her face from the tears of her ordeal. We stared at each other. Her eyes seemed honed on my red palm. I could not decipher the look in her eyes, but it made me want her more.

"Hmmm, a rather exciting show to watch. I hope to see such a process again," Liara said. I could hear the disappointment in her voice. It would seem the great witch hadn't managed her released yet.

"It be not finished so soon, witch. I must make sure my mother has learned her lesson. Mother, stand before me!" I commanded.

It took my mother some effort, but she wobbled to her feet. I took in her unkempt appearance. There was no trace of her once neat, and orderly hair. It was wild, untamed, and free. Her clothing was disordered. Her stance was uneven. It looked like she would fall over if I left her alone.

I stood up with her. Her eyes flew downward. I followed them. We both saw my erection jutting out against my ragged shorts. I could feel the water of desire along my mother's lips. THough rational thoughts might suggest that she try and reclaim her sanity, I would not allow her to do so. A true pirate follows his own desires, and not the whims of others. The rational minds of mortal men cannot ascertain the minds of those like us.

"Now Mother, before the Witch of Draegnar, pleasure the cock that you gave birth to. Make me cum and mark your body as mine," I told her. My mother still seemed unsure, but she was quickly aware that what I wanted I would get.

She could not stop me. I was the cure to her disease. Yet, even if she had it, she would still not overcome me. I was not the boy she had seen earlier this morning. I spoke to her as a man who had been tested by the seas and oceans below for so many years.

My mother dropped to her knees.

Liara bit her lower lip. "Mmmm, there is wisdom to be found in your words, Boy. Sane minds hide away from the true powers that be in the world. Only those insane enough to challenge structure shall overcome it. Suck his cock, woman! Turn your very body into pleasure wench. Challenge the social structures of order," Liara said, her smile turned into a full blown grin. Her eyes were overcome with desire and wanton lust. I could hear the squish of her pussy beneath the desk as her fingers were tirelessly to revive the heat in her body.

My mother reached for my shorts. She stared up at me one more time. "Eric...Son, I'm still ill. I dare not think you would take us through all of this just to kill me to your lust," my mother said. Instead of reprimanding her, I touched her cheek.

"I be aware of what your body can and can't handle, mother.. It's why I haven't taken you over the witch's desk. Now...continue," I ordered. Her hands, shakingly, pulled down the rags which held my erection. I chuckled as its length gently tapped my mother's cheek. Liara did not seem too amazed, but I was not so concerned with her. She had most likely seen the rise and fall of many male erections. However, I would be the last one that she ever truly experienced.

Meanwhile, my mother looked upon my girth with a focused gaze. She was so close that I could feel her breath tickle the hairs of my fleshy pistol. A dangerous sense of nostalgia flew through my bones. It had been a long time since a warm had worshipped my cock, least of all my mother. However that made our immoral act all the more personal for me. My headstrong mother sat fully submissive to my desires. She could already tell what I was going to have her do, but the silent anticipation fueled us both.

"Mother, since you did not want me to pleasure you, then you shall pleasure me. Take my cock, this cock that you carried inside your body for many months, and...suck it," I told her. I stared down at Ira Drakclaw. She stared back up to me. My will was not to be defied.

Soon, I closed my eyes and huffed when I felt my mother engulf my cock. By the blue seas, the sparks of electricity that fired through my body made my knees go weak. I fell back into my chair, but my mother never released her hold of my pistol. I could feel her tongue trail the underside of my cock as she pushed her head further and further into my pelvis. I allowed her to take her time. I wanted to enjoy this as well.

"How does it feel, Ira Drakclaw? To accept your son back into one part of your body? Does it stimulate your body that you, who cared for this boy all his life, are not a receptacle to provide him pleasure? Your legs keep squirming," Liara said.