The Vengeful Tide Ch. 04

Ellen snorted. "Yeah, normal thi...you STOLE the Lindengar estate pistol?!" She exclaimed.

"Would you prefer if I said appropriated?"

For the first time, I saw a glimmer of respect in Sothshore's eyes. "So what are you going to do with it?" she asked.

"Hmm, well Burnwood wants it so I plan on giving it to her for her help. I have no need of it," I replied. I then stood Sothshore up for a moment. She grumbled, but I edged myself into the seat and placed her on my lap.

"I swear your mother must have fucked an Incubus. It's hard to write like this," she complained. I enjoyed the warm feeling of her thighs against mine.

"Just imagine how rough it will be to write during our voyage. Think it to be training for the future," I reasoned to her. She offered me another snort, but she continued writing. While she wrote, she handed me about ten papers.

"Look through those. It's the details containing the ship you've rented. I'm still working on getting a proper crew, but it'll be filled by the time you're ready to set sail," she said.

Though a tad uncommon of me, I kissed her cheek. "Good girl," I replied. She didn't say anything, but I love the way her legs squirmed against man.

Anyway, as she told me, I looked through the papers that she gave me. She had already paid for the ship as well as for the supplies of at least a six-month journey. I felt compelled to tell her that it would not take this long, but the seas are wild. No one knows how truly terrifying they can be if left unprepared.

By design, it was a large ship. It was easily capable of transporting the two hundred men and women that I wanted for sailing. Though I would try my best to keep them alive, I bet my ass that at least thirty-five percent of this group would not survive. The isles we were going to were not any ordinary treasure. The fact that Ellen still got a few good adventurers on the ship was enough for me.

"Is this the biggest ship you can afford?" I asked.

"Hardly, but it's the only ship on Draegnar that can be outfitted with magic seals from the witch currently. You'd be waiting another month for a better one to come in," she replied to me.

That was not going to happen. If that was the case, then I would just have to make do with what I was given. Besides, when I took the treasures hidden in the Delverhold Isles it would be more to begin constructing a ship of my own. Then, I would begin sailing the seas in search of my former crew, in search of my Beloved, and erasing them all from this world.

"You know Ellen, with the profit we make from our voyage, you could run your business from a ship. It wouldn't be too hard to do so. There are ship taverns after all," I told her. In typical Sothshore fashion, I think she knew what I was on to.

"I'm many things, and a pirate is not one of them. I be a simple businesswoman," she said. She then shivered when I rested my head in the nape of her neck.

"Mmm, but you're my little slave slut first and a businesswoman second. If I wanted you on my ship, then you would not have a say. Besides, running a poor island like Draegnar is beneath you. The power, the influence, the command you hold is all beneath the waves of people's conscience. I could give you a country, a kingdom, an entire nation to rule if you come with me. Riches beyond your wildest dreams," I said to her.

Ellen, for the first moment since being next to me, chuckled. "Sometimes I wonder if you haven't been taken over by a wayward spirit, Drakclaw. You have such a way with words now unlike the bumbling dumbass you were a few weeks ago. How can you even guarantee those things? Who says I want them?" she asked.

Ellen shivered when I kissed her neck. "Because, you're my slut. You would bathe in the Draegnar seas if they were filled with such coin. You'll get it because I know things that I kept hidden away. I bartered with the Witch of Draegnar which is a poor person's fantasy. I've made you, the dream of men and women, tremble beneath my fingers. I have sent the Lindengar estate into disarray. Nothing is impossible for me so long as you join me," I told her.

"And why are you even asking me? I thought everything I own is yours,"

I slowly slid my hands up her shirt and cupped her breasts. Her breathing became unsteady and ragged. I could feel her nipples harden against my fingertips. "Because now you can envision the painting I am creating for you. Imagine the mighty Sothshore, a tale spun of her legendary prowess on the tongues of bards and on the mouths of instruments. The world's greatest negotiator and businesswoman upon my ship. Tell me, tell me that you will join my crew. Tell me that you will be one of the first members of the greatest pirate ship this world has or will ever know,"

I pinched her nipples and I kissed the nape of her neck. Her fingers clenched the sides of her table. "You really are a bastard, Sir." she told me. I could feel the way her feet massaged my legs. Her face was red with desire.

"Only to slutty bitches like you. After the Delverhold come sail the mighty seas with me and let me drown you in riches while I drown in this hot body that makes men dream and women scream,"

"Ugh...mmphm...you...oh fucking shiiit," she said between her teeth as I continued to fondle her tits and warm her thighs. I then took one of my fingers and slid it into her undergarments. The heat from her pussy stained my fingers.

"I can't wait till I have you all alone in my cabin. I bet if I had a mirror, then you would enjoy the expression on your face. It be a pitiful display of lust and shame. I can feel your chest beat through your breast. Come with me, and cum for me, you wanton bitch. You slut that makes my cock grow hard,"

"Eric, you...oooooooh...you b-bastaaaard...oh yes...ohhh yes. I hate you. I fuckin' hate your...damn...guts!" She said, but even as she writhed against me. She turned her head to me and kissed me. Her tongue sought dominance with my own, but I was quick to overpower it. I could still feel the flames of resistance in her body, but...I could feel a bit of acceptance as well. She was beginning to realize just how futile her attempts to regain our former standing were.

With the combination of my thumb on her swollen nub, and my fingers massage the inner reaches of her walls, I had her screaming in record time. "UGH...UGH...FUUUUUUUCK!" She screamed as she drenched my body in her orgasmic flood.

"I'll take that as a yes,"

"Suck a dick, you fucker. UGH!" she grunted as I smacked her ass.

"That's 'Sir' to you," I replied.

"Suck a dick, Sir!" She corrected.

"Better,"

Once my little fun with Sothshore was over, I decided that I might as well get some actual work done. So until the moon rested in the sky, I spent my time with Sothshore going over the travel details of the voyage. I must have surprised her because I had perfected charted our course for the place which hid the Lost Isles of Delverhold. I think she was starting to believe me and that was making her worried. Yet, true to her professionalism, she asked questions that pertained to the importance of the trip...while in post-orgasmic bliss.

Once we were done, I eased myself from Sothshore's body. She seemed pretty invested in the reports that she was already handling so I didn't see the need to bother her more than I already had.

"Hey Drakclaw," Ellen called.

I turned around. "I've yanked your fucking chain before. What confidence do you have that this trip is even real?" She asked.

There seemed to be no spite in her voice. I could only see the glimpses of curiosity in her eyes. "Cause I'm not in the habit of sending my belongings into the gates of hell without a guarantee of victory," I said. I then closed the door behind me.

In two weeks, I would return to the seas.

In two weeks, I would return to the world that I belonged to.

In two weeks, I would once again climb the steps of adventure and glory.

In two weeks, I would plan the first steps of my...

...Vengeance.