The Vengeful Tide Ch. 03

"Hmmm, someone's showing initiative this time," I said.

"Because...ooooooh...I know you want me to," she said. Damn right, I wanted her to. However, I knew that I would need to carefully navigate this. I could tell my mother was scared. She's a tough bitch as I have told, but I know that how I treat her can either make this truly wonderful for us both or so bad that we will never speak to each other again. One must always respect one's parents. That applies even for someone like me. This is how I show my respect. I cater to her inner desires and needs.

I feel her toes tickles my legs as they curl in delight. No doubt each swipe of her clit and assault on her cunt fires electricity through her body. I could feel it in her fingers as she stroked me. She expertly teased the tip of my flesh before giving me long, deep movements. So hard was I that the only thing keeping my mother and I from truly embracing each other was our clothes.

I slowly stopped my movements and stood up. I picked my mother up into my arms and then laid on her on the table. She stared at me with wide eyes before I offered her a smirk. "Now, let me drink from this fountain of youth," I told her.

"Eric, wait a...OHHHHHHHHHH," My mother's voice exploded through our house as my tongue latched onto her wet pussy. Juices rich as wine flowed into my mouth. My tongue crawled inch after inch into her snatch. Her fingers dug into my hair and, despite her pleas to stop, she vigorously pushed me further and further into her until my nose touched her pelvis.

"Oh fuck! Eric! Oh Eric! You're gonna make me cum! You little fucker! You're gonna make your mother cum!" She exclaimed. This time I attacked her with my mouth and fingers. My fingers spread the sheets of her labia apart while my thumb continued to massage her tiny bulb. I flicked my tongue through every nook and cranny of her body. She was mine.

This beautiful woman was mine. None would touch her again. She was my treasure. She was my possession. She was my bounty. Only I would know the richness of this taste from now on. "FUCK!" My mother screamed as her orgasm came crashing over my face. A rather...sour taste, but not wholefully unpleasant.

My mother dropped her legs on my shoulders while I cleaned the remains of her bliss from my face. I then stood up and looked at her. She looked entirely disheveled. Her face was flushed, her shirt was wrinkled, and her hair was sprawled out over the table. All the same, she never looked more satisfied than right now.

Seeing as my job was done, I walked back to Ellen. I bit back a laugh when I heard the light sound of her sleeping. Poor woman, I must have been too much for her. I picked her up into my arms and my mother looked at me.

"Eric, you...you didn't cum," she said. I laughed.

"Fret not, mother. This was your reward tonight. Besides, I'll get mine in the morning. I expect some...morning service when I wake up. Now, come on. We have a lot to do tomorrow,"

"I should take a shower," she said.

"Don't bother. We'll all just take a shower together tomorrow. It'll save water. Besides, sleeping with you two in post orgasmic bliss is a reward for me too," I returned.

"But Eric,"

"Don't talk back to me, slut! Get your ass in the bed before I do to you what I did to Sothshore," I barked.

Despite some clumsiness in her legs, my mother got up and began walking. Of course, she had no way of knowing if I was lying or not, but she couldn't afford to try my patience.

We all went into the bedroom. "She's going to be angry when she wakes up," my mother said.

"I'd be disappointed if she wasn't," I replied.

I laid Sothshore on the bed. I then followed after. Lastly, came my mother. I positioned Ellen as close to me as possible. She wrapped her body around one of my arms. A bit of movement in her sleep, I guess. Then, my mother came and wrapped her body around my other arm. Both ladies rested their heads against my shoulder as I blew out the candles in the room.

"Eric Drakclaw, open your eyes. There is no time for you to rest,"

Though tired, I opened my eyes and leaned up my body. One thing I noticed was that I was naked. The second thing I noticed was that I was stood inside of a dark void. There was nothing here. It did not matter if I looked up, down, left, or right. The only thing I could see was my arms and my feet.

Then I felt arms wrap around my chest. "It's a shame that my time is nearly over, Eric. I would not have minded verifying so many of the rumors surrounding your intimate techniques like so many others that I have heard from,"

I turned around and I was surprised to see Liara Ilzahold behind me. However, this was not the Ilzahold that I would be making a blood contract with in a few days. This Ilzahold was notably older. Her attire was not the same as it had been when I met her. It was much more conservative. The only portion of her body that was uncovered was her navel. Quite the shame too.

Many questions ran through my mind, but the easiest one to ask was obvious.

"Why am I here?" I asked her. Ilzahold held many mysteries. Even I did not know all of them. I was not so stupid as to believe that the time with my mother and Sothshore had just been some dream that I had now woken up from. This had to be the dream.

"You're here because I need you to be. I used every last bit of magic and power that I wield to speak with you across this astral plane that transcends the limits of space and time. I cannot hold it for long. Even now, the earth continues to die. It has been a long time after your death, Eric. More than 20 years have passed since you were killed by your crew," she told me.

Just the thought was enough to make me angry, but I was aware that I could not command my abilities here. "Thanks for the reminder," I said.

"That is not why I told you. I shall begin with the first basics. You're not a dumb man, Drakclaw. You know your death was not merely the result of a coup. It was no coincidence that your crew found the one thing that could nullify your powers long enough to kill you. It was the result of years of planning that not even your crew knew was controlling them. Unfortunately, I can't say who the progenitor of this plan is. I am not sure of it myself,"

"Controlled or not, I will still make them pay,"

"I would expect no less. Burn them at the stake, feed them to the sharks, line them up and place your pistol to each head and fire, none of them concern me. Betrayal is a price that blood pays. I only urge you to understand that it started with your death. The seas rose in anger. Over eighty percent of the world became flooded. Humans were forced to relocate to mountaintops. Then, the waters dried up. Nothing remained but a barren, and dry wasteland. Kingdoms fell ruin, harsh winds and earth become deserts, trees catch on fire and burn for months. It is the end of the world," she told me.

While this tale concerned me, I quickly asserted myself. "And you want me to be some hero who will save this world and prevent its destruction?" I questioned.

"Oh no. You are many things, Drakclaw. A Hero or saint is not one of them. I only tell you these things because they will happen again if you are not prepared. Take your revenge if you'd like, but in order for you to reclaim your former glory you will need much more than what you had previously," she said to me. I could see her fading away quickly. It must have been the truth. She would not last long.

"Wait a moment. If I have traveled back to the past, then how are you still present? Shouldn't you be...,"

"Do not try to question time, Eric. Many have tried and none have succeeded. I will not be present for much longer anyway. The world burns to ashes before my eyes. Soon, your world will be the only one that exists. You know, Eric, when you asked me to join your crew, I nearly agreed the first time. I have been asked by many to join their crew. Some have tried by gifts. Others have tried by force. Yet, you were the only one I had momentarily considered. If it is you now, then I have no chance against you wise though I may be. I look forward to joining your crew. Do treat me well," Ilzahold said.

I frowned. She was fading away faster. No, not fading away. This Liara was dying. Soon, it came together for me. "You're the one who sent me back," I told her. She laughed.

"Guilty as charged. It took quite a bit of effort to bargain for your soul, but Tarkthias can be a nice bastard when he likes to be. Your death was the catalyst, Eric, but you were...are not the only special one. There were three others who held abilities just like you. Perhaps they laid underground and trained themselves while you sought to conquer the world. I don't know their reasonings for this, but you are going to need them as well,"

Suddenly Liara screamed and fell to the ground. I tired to hold her up, but my hands merely passed through her like we were two ghost ships passing each other in the night. "My time is over, Eric. Before I leave, and allow the past to become the present, I must do one thing. Just be aware, the powers of magic are very dangerous. Use them carefully," she said. Her body glowed with an ethereal light that made me squint.

Whatever she had done, she managed to touch me. She grabbed my head and kissed me. I could not enjoy the kiss as much as I wished because knowledge and information were being flooded into my brain faster than I could process. Over 200 years of experiences, tomes, and studies were being given to me in the span of just a few seconds.

Liara parted from me and smiled. "I look forward to seeing the world that you will drive, Drakclaw. Oh, and before you ask, no I'm not going to tell you the answer to my riddle. You already know it," she said.

I snapped my fingers. Then, before I could even ask a question, she was gone.

I'm not sure how I felt. I was now alone in this endless void. I...did not know what to make of her explanation. She didn't give me a whole lot to work with. Yes, all of this stuff sounded worrying, but I was a pirate. I did not tend to care if the fate of the world held in the balance of something or not. As long as I was happy with my own life, then that was all that mattered. However, there was one thing I couldn't stand and that was being manipulated.

Whoever had turned my former crew against me would pay dearly.

Mark. My. WORDS!