The Vengeful Tide Ch. 04

Maelson and Aesteal were falling through the air just as I had done. Those two were complete idiots. If I wanted to, I could let the water break their fall...and their bodies without my interference. However, while the thought crossed my mind, my hand was already weaving the waves to embrace them as they had done for me.

The waves caught them and slowly pulled them into the sea. It wasn't long before they both surfaced as well. They both looked at me with eyes of disbelief. It was not surprising as to why.

"You will the sea and waters as if you are a god given mortal flesh. That is why you could jump out with such confidence. Who are you?" Aesteal asked me. Due to my lust, my eyes glanced down at her soaked cleavage for a second, but I'm sure they both realized it.

"Eric Drakclaw. Now then, if the introductions are out of the way, let's move to the Draegnar shores,"

The three of us began swimming around the island. It was a rather long voyage, but we finally made it to the beach. We exited the sea. I only hoped that the drawing the female elf had done wasn't ruined too much. I could pull the water out of the sheet of paper, but...it was a bit of a pain.

"Well then, enjoy your freedom. I have other things to do," I said. One of the things I needed to do was get myself some unsoaked clothes. I took the drawing that Aesteal made out of my pocket. I then pulled the water from it and dropped it into the beach. The paper wasn't completely dry, but none of the artistic integrity had been lost. I could show this to Liara later. Though I'm not sure how much help she could provide me since I had no information from my Liara's memories. Either way, I was going to find out why that ring needed to be hidden.

"Wait!"

I turned around and saw them both running to catch up to me.

"What? I'm busy. I saved you both. Your lives are your own now. Don't expect that I be one to give every thirsty man who asks a drink when I have it," I told them. Beggars irritated me the most. Even murderers and thieves held my respect more than a beggar. Perhaps it was because it reminded me of my decrepit lifestyle.

Aesteal quickly shook her head. "This isn't about thanks, Drakclaw. We do express that as well, but we would like to speak further," she said.

I exhaled. I seemed to be doing this a lot today. "Enough with the roundabout, Elf. Get to the point," I responded. I be admitting that this was more rude than even I wanted to show, but I did have other things that required my time. I merely wanted to convey that. Ilzahold always did tell me that I lacked proper subtlety.

"Then I will get to the point...,"

Of all the things I was prepared for, her dropping to one knee and bowing to me was not one of them.

"I ask that you accept Maeloson and myself under your command, Fäēgahar," She finished.

There was that name again. Fäēgahar is an elven term. It is another term for the elven Spirit of Water. Elven legend states that Fäēgahar was one of the first spirits to shape the earth. When the Spirit of Earth raised mountains and hills, the Spirit of Water crushed stone and from it poured life giving water. The water soaked the stone and life sprung forth. Earth and Water work together to bring the first springs of life to a void of nothingness. At least, that is what the elves believe anyway.

Some like to speculate that Poseidon is Fäēgahar, but tell that to any elf and they are liable to use your head for archery practice.

"Don't call me some elven spirit name. I have no use for elves...,"

This was a lie. There are many pirate ships who would love to have elves as part of their crew. I was one of them. Even on my original crew there were no elves. Most wanted them for their outstanding eyesight. Others wanted them for the purity of magic which flows through their veins. A single elf is worth at least a hundred normal pirate men. However, there are a few reasons why there are not many elven pirates. One, is because there are not many elves who desire such a lifestyle. The other reason...

"Besides, our paths go in different directions. I am going to become a pirate captain. The seas will become my home. I will plunder and take what I want. I will wage war against those who stand against me. I'll kill a man simply because he stepped on my boots. Mine is a path to be paved with blood, riches, and war. Aren't you elves supposed to abhor such notions? If I recall, elves who become pirates are cast out from their tribes. You can never return" I said.

"We'd rather die than return anyway," Maeloson said underneath his breath. I raised an eyebrow, but Aesteal quickly silenced him.

"We're prepared to do what is necessary. You are correct that our people abhor the life that pirates live, but...there are always exceptions to this. If you must, then let us become your crew members on a trial period until you truly trust us," she said.

I laughed to myself.

Trust? That was a word I had come to hate. Just that word reminded me of my old crew and made me angry. Even now, I could hear the thunderclouds rumbling in the sky. My crew, my beloved, my ship, all of them had left me. Who was I left to trust but myself?

I turned away from them. "And what do I have use for two elves who allowed themselves to get captured?" I asked.

"DON'T ASSUME YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!" Maeloson shouted at me. His eyes burned with anger that I had seen in my own eyes. I recognized that look. It was the same look that I had. It was actually the first time I had heard any elf raise their voice to me.

I then looked at Aesteal. She was no different. Though her eyes showed disapproval to her partner for his outburst, she was nonetheless hiding the tempest inside her as well. Those eyes were the result of the sting of betrayal.

My anger lessened. I suddenly felt very tired. "There are many other captains who are ready to sail now that would take you both for ten gold each. You don't need me," I finally spoke.

"They are not you, Drakclaw. They cannot perform the acts that you did. We can pull our own weight. We might be elves, but we are not averse to the lessons of hard labor," she said.

I assume she was talking about the assumption that some make that since elves have a more delicate body structure than any other race then they are incapable of manual labor.

"And what if I wanted to fuck one of you, or maybe even both of you?" I asked.

I be an honest man...sort of. Only the body of a woman can sway me, but I know of many men and women that would pay to bed elves of the same gender. That is another reason pirates long to have elves in their crew. They make great trophies. They also generate a sizable influx of coin from those who hold a fantasy over being with one. I had never whored out a member of my original crew, but I am reminded that perhaps my Beloved had done so without my knowledge.

The two elves looked at me with expressions I could not figure out. I think it was obvious to us all what I was trying to do. Aesteal stepped forward. "I...have not been with a man yet, but if I can find ways to please you in night activities then I will endeavor to do so. All I ask is that you spare Maeloson," she said.

"I don't need your protection!" He interjected. He glanced off to the side.

"I have only been with one woman, and I have never been with a man. I...could try as well," he said.

A shiver ran down my spine. I wasn't sure if this was good that I had Aesteal, or bad that Maeloson was willing to try. I think my test had proven unnecessary. Curse elven stubbornness to the seas.

"Just forget it. Fine, I will accept you both for now. Don't think that just because you jumped out of a window with me proves that I will take you. I'll see if you both are worth your salt. Come with me," I said. I began walking up to the docks with them.

"So tell me, Drakclaw. With all this power that you have, why do you dress in rags?" the male elf asked me.

"That's Sir to you, Maeloson. That applies to you as well, Aesteal. Am I understood?" I demanded. Their eyes looked at each other for a moment. They then looked back at me.

"Understood, sir." They both said. Hearing this, I then decided to address Maeloson's question.

"Because I'm a poor Draegnar rat that is currently ailing his sick mother. That'll start changing in a few weeks. I'll reclaim everything that I lost and make it greater than before," I replied.

I left my two new crewmembers to their own thoughts regarding what I said.

It wasn't long before, as a result of my previous anger, it started raining. People began scattering out of the Draegnar streets and merchants began packing up their merchandise.

"Why did you do this?" Aesteal asked me.

"No noble guardsman wants to perform a search in the rain," I explained. It was a better explanation than saying that my anger got the best of me at that moment.

The three of us arrived at my house and I frowned when I saw someone slamming on the door. It was a man of average height that I knew fairly well. I always anticipated this day coming just not yet. The man in front of my house was Dorin, one of the men who provided for my mother and I in return for sexual favors. In his hand was a bag. No doubt it was filled with food.

"Ira! I'm not asking to fuck you! Just fuckin' blow me, you ungrateful wench! If it wasn't for me, you'd be shark food along with that damn brat of yours. Open the damn door! I know your ass is in there! If you don't open this door, I'll kick it down and skullfuck you as much as I like!" Dorin shouted.

I don't know what expression was on my face when I heard those words. All I know was that I started walking. "HA! Dorin, you stubborn bastard! What are you doing here? I bet you pissed off mom again if she's not letting you inside. Hang on, let me get that," I said.

Dorin turned around and saw me coming. The anger in his voice disappeared when he spoke. If I had to guess, the cunt was probably wondering if I had heard him or not. He smiled at me. "Shut the hell up, brat. I haven't done anything to your mother. I just wanted to drop off these groceries. I gots me salary today. Figured you both could use a hand," Dorin said as I started opening the door.

"Yo Drakclaw, rumors be floating around the island that you gots a certain tavern owner beneath your thumb. What's that about?" he asked.

As I opened the door, I was suddenly aware that the rain was coming down even harder. Thunder boomed in the sky and lighting ran across it. The wind was beginning to howl. Sea waves crashed into the Draegnar docks.

"Pfft, don't I wish I had a wench like Sothshore under me. I betcha a lot of men do," I answered. I then opened the door. I stepped to the side.

"Welcome into the Drakclaw abode," I said with a smile on my face.

"Heh, noble manners don't look good on ya brat, but I'll take it," He said as he entered. A merry smile rested on his lips while he remained oblivious of my fury. I turned back to the Elves.

"Lock the door. We're good hosts in this house. I'm not so cruel a man that I be sending someone into this raging storm," I told them.

"Yes, Sir,"

I'm not sure why, but I was surprised that Maeloson was the one to answer me. I walked inside before them. Once we were inside, Maeloson closed the door and quickly locked it.

"Hey mother, Dorin's here with groceries!" I called. I already saw the bastard sitting on our couch. He then turned to the elves. More specifically, he looked at Aesteal.

"Odd company you're keeping these days. Why the elves?" he asked.

"We bonded over some punishment time. They're pretty much like family now. Maeloson, Aesteal, follow me. I'll get you both a drink," I said. They both followed me into the kitchen without another word.

This was when my mother decided to appear. "What do you want, Dorin? How am I supposed to hear anything with that damn storm raging outside?" she asked.

Dorin cackled and held up his soaked bag. He then jumped to his feet. "Got you and your boy some supplies, Ira. I was banging on the door for quite a bit. Even before the storm started. I was just hoping we could trade for the usual," he said.

My mother's eyes darted towards me. She curiously looked at Aesteal and Maeloson, but she couldn't examine them for too long. I spared her no glance. I did this because I knew that Dorin's eyes had followed her. "Yo Eric, mind going to your room for a little bit with your two friends? Your mother and I need to discuss some business," Dorin said.

I didn't reply for a moment. Images of my Beloved in the hands of my crew, shaking her hips, her mouth, and the rest of her body rushed through my mind. It took too much self-control to ease my anger. I did not wish to drown Draegnar if I could help it.

"Tell me, Dorin. How long have you known my mother and me?" I asked.

"Is this really an important question right now, Eric?"

"Humor me,"

Dorin chuckled frustratingly. He then sighed. "I figure about ten years? Give or take one or two," He replied.

I agreed with him and turned around. "Hmm, ten years. Quite a long time. You know, Dorin, the sea is a vast mystery to many a great man. I've seen many pirates dock on Draegnar's shores and I'm sure you've done business with some of them. Yet, no matter how many of them I see. I find that they can be labeled in two groups," I said.

I pulled out a chair and sat in it. I then raised my hand to my mother. "Mother, come to me," I said. My mother looked at Dorin before she made her way over to me. Dorin watched her sit on my lap. She then swung her legs over my thighs. My open arm and my hand landed on her breast. I firmly squeezed it enough for her to shiver in delight.

"What the...," Dorin gasped, but I began speaking.

"The first group is The Dreamers. These are the pirate crews that aim for the greatest possible rewards that exist in this world. Myth or not, they will scour the greatest seas to obtain fame and fortune. The sea is an endless journey just waiting to be taken. These are the smaller of the two groups," I said. Dorin was confused by this, but I turned to my mother.

"Mom, on your knees. Suck my cock," I said. I could feel some hesitation from her, but my mother slowly stood to her feet and then landed on her knees. She pulled down my wet pants and fished out my cold cock. Then, her hands started running over it like she had done this morning. Her warm hands were rather exquisite to me and I began groaning under her touch. My flaccid penis quickly began to show its girth. Then, my mother took it into her mouth. I grabbed ahold of her head and began using her mouth as my own personal cock sleeve. Her mouth was just as fantastic as ever!

"The second group, Dorin, is The Slackers. These are...oooooh...the pirate crews that think a reward is only...fuck...sought by plunder. These groups have no honor amongst the seas. These are the ones who prey on the...ugh...Dreamers. They take everything that the Dreamers have so that in the end, the Dreamers have nothing...but unfulfilled dreams. The Slackers are the Dreamers who failed and gave up! The Slackers are the Dreamers who couldn't make it, who couldn't take it, who couldn't fuck it! That...is the type of man that you are," I said.

Soon Maeloson and Aesteal pulled two pistols on Dorin. Those were the guns that I had purchased previously. They each stood at my side while my mother continued to swallow my lusty fuckmeat. Her tongue wrapped so wonderfully around it that I shivered.

"Eric, what are you...,"

"And the only way for a...ahhhh...Dreamer to continue dreaming is to destroy the Slackers that threaten them. You have sullied my mother's body...ugh...for the last time, Dorin. So out...uffff...of respect for what you have done for us in the past, I'll make sure you at least don't suffer. Mother, look at Dorin, and say your final goodbyes," I said.

The tall man widened his eyes as my mother looked upon him for the last time. "Eric, boy! If this is a joke, it's not funny," he said. I could see the fear in his eyes and the panic in his chest. The sound of the chamber of my pistols being readied was rather warming.

"Maeloson, Aesteal, remove this scurvy dog," I told them. As soon as those words left my mouth, two gunshots were drowned out by the sound of the rain and thunder. Dorin fell to the floor dead. I stood up and unlocked the door. I then kicked his body out before too much blood could cover the boards. His body fell from the bridge and down until I couldn't even see it anymore.

Once that was done, I was now aware that I was naked in front of my mother and two elves. Both turned their eyes away from me while I laughed. "Aesteal, down the corridor is the shower. There are some clothes you can find in my mother's drawer. Same for you, Maeloson. As for you, Mother, I think you have some unfinished business," I said.

I think the two elves couldn't get out of my living room fast enough. They both walked down the corridor while my mother spoke. "Yes, Eric," my mother said. I sat back in my chair and my mother continued to service me. God I loved this mouth!

Unfortunately, I wish I could say I made it last as much as I hoped, but soon my cock was exploding my cum down my mother's throat. She swallowed it all and even the drops that slowly fell from the side of her face were licked up by her tongue. I could be wrong, but...

"Lately, you've been sucking me off more earnestly. Have you perhaps taken a liking to sucking off your son, Mother?" I asked.

My mother gave me an indignant look. "Don't be ridiculous, Eric. Being humiliated like this wouldn't feel good," she answered. For her sake, I wouldn't mention the quiver I heard in her voice.

After some time, Aesteal and Maeloson finished their individual baths. The clothes that I could provide for them were just as low quality as mine and my mother's, but I didn't see them complain. Then I took my own bath. By the time I exited, it seemed that the two elves had been speaking with my mother about their presence here. I also took note that neither could look me in the eye. Well, it wasn't hard to guess why.

"Mother, I'm going back out. Be sure to tell those two about what I have planned in the next few weeks," I said.

"In this storm? After you just took a shower?"

"Like a cold can stop me," I answered.

I left the house and willed the rain to fall just outside the range of my person. There was no need for me to worry about anyone seeing me because the streets were empty, but I knew that a certain person's tavern would still be open.

I stood in front of the Dead Tales tavern. Just as I had assumed, its lights were on and its doors were open. The music from the tavern continued to fill my ears. I pushed open the doors.

As soon as I walked through, the music stopped. All eyes were on me whether they be staff or customers. I had to say it was rather nice to have the attention of the barmaids, but I had wasted enough time.

Spotting the stairs, I left the first floor. As soon as I left, the barbs began to sing and spin tales anew. I climbed the stairs until I came in front of Ellen's door. Two guards, as usual, were posted in front of it. As soon as they saw me, they wordlessly stepped to the side.

I opened the door and stepped inside. There I saw Ellen behind her desk sifting through papers. She took acknowledgement of me before returning to her work. I have to say, she looked good with glasses.

"You look good wearing glasses," I said.

"And you'd look good as shark guts, Sir. I take it you were involved in that whole shitstorm with the Lindengar family? You're lucky you're a poor shit otherwise they'd be able to find you fairly easily. What did you even do?" she asked me.

"Oh you know, stole the Lindengar family pistol, staged a prisoner breakout, jumped out of a mansion window and into a treacherous sea, normal things," I replied.