The Vengeful Tide Ch. 06

The smell of saltwater stings my nose. The creak of the ship's wood and the crashing of the outside waves hum into my ears. The sight of a content female graces my eyes. I do not remember the last time I felt this way. My bed warm, the sound of my lover's gentle breaths, the feeling of her in my arms, and our legs tangled like woven knots were all things that made me chuckle. I remember this feeling with Leah a couple of times, but...this brought greater joy to my salty heart.

I feel my mother's breath tickle the hairs on my arms. Her body unconsciously maneuvers itself to fit with mine like a puzzle piece. Her face glows brighter than I ever remember it being. I be filled with pride as a son. She is so beautiful.

I kiss the side of her cheek and she squirms rather blissfully. This kiss is then followed by a gentle touch of my hands over her warm arms. Up and down I send them as I seek to revisit the previous night of our activities.

"Mmm," she slowly moans in her sleep as I quietly continue my actions. I take her hand and slide it until it reaches my erection. Her palm squeezes it rather tenderly and then she begins to rub it like a man who holds a spear for the first time. Meanwhile, I savor the nape of her neck with my lips while my hands fondle her orbs like the wondrous bounty that they are.

"Ummm, ermmm," my mother's slow moans begin to grow stronger. I wonder what dream she's having to stroke me so tenderly, but I don't think I need to know.

Once I am fully erect, my cock became so hard it continued to brush against the lower end of my stomach.

Soon enough, I could control my lust no longer. I grabbed my cock and gently pushed it between my mother's legs. Whether the juices from last night or from now were the reason, I wasn't of the right mind to care when I slid my cock back into my mother's cunt once again with ease. Seas, it felt like I belonged here. The way her walls caressed and massaged my cock felt even better than last night. So good did she feel that I couldn't stop the sudden bucking of my hips.

"Uhhh uhhh mmmm, a lecherous beast of the sea assaults me so early. I don't find myself complaining though," my mother said rather drowsily.

"Had you complained, I'd have hushed you with a firm hand. Besides, this be the exchange for no early cocksucking. Now, let me enjoy this thoroughly fucked cunt some more before the waters decide otherwise," I told her.

In no time, my quarters were filled with my mother's luscious voice was again. The creaking of our bed flourished as my pelvis smacked against her ass over and over again. "Seas, mother! I could fuck you until the end of time if I were granted the energy," I said as my cock pistoned in and out of her like a hammer upon a flat board.

"It's....oooooh...your body, Eric! It's your body, Sir!" My mother claimed as she turned her head towards me and kissed me with no less passion than last night.

I took her into my arms and laid her back into the bed. Not even a minute passed after before I was lodged back into the womb that had birthed me. The arms of my mother, my woman, wrapped around my back. We kissed each other so vigorously that I bet even a priestess would blush upon our contact.

Once our lips separated, I bent down and my lips suckled on her swollen teets. Her unrestrained moans for me to continue were my reward for my effort. "Mmmm, you fuck so good, Eric. Almost makes me wish we have done this ages ago," My mother said between short breaths.

I answered her with a deep thrust that thoroughly slapped my nutsack against her ass. "As do I, mother, but such be an afterthought now. I plan for us to make up for lost time at. Every. Opportunity!" I said as I fucked her deep with each word to make her sure of my intentions.

"OOOOOOOOH YES! Your cock feels so damn good! Ram it into me, Eric,"

"Beg me. Beg me to fuck you until I cum inside you!" I ordered.

"Y-You cheeky shit! Please fuck me! Fuck all that potent cock milk into my cunt! Please fuck me until I cum, Eric!" she begged and pleaded.

I leaned into her ear. "That's Sir to you, wench," I whispered to her.

"Please fuck me, Sir!" she said loudly.

And fuck her I did. Minutes rolled by and my cock plunged in and out of her as hard as I could muster. Pleasure rolled around us like a warm blanket. For a woman who has not been with too many men, my mother held a pussy that could massage the cock even better than most of the other wenches I had conquered. A pattern of clenching and unclenching around the most sensitive spots of my cock was something I wasn't sure how she knew.

Nevertheless, the familiar sensation of an incredible orgasm came upon me and I shoved my cock deep inside my mother.

"FUCK!" I growled out as my cum flooded her womb again. The sensation must have been what she needed to orgasm as well because her legs wrapped around my hips and her body trembled. I was not sure if she shouted or not, the combined pleasure of my orgasm and the knowledge that it was my mother giving me this orgasm numbed my other senses.

All I know is we both fell to bed satisfied once again. We both were easily short of breath and I'm sure my room was now renewed with the smell of a good fuck.

"You be lucky this were not a dangerous couple of days for me. Your crew would be a bit larger by one of it were," she told me.

I laughed. "So what you be telling me is that I should fuck you twice as hard and twice as long if I wanted to see you swell beautifully?" I asked her. My mother looked at me with an expression that gave me none of her thoughts. She then looked up at the ceiling.

"If that's what you desire, Sir," she replied to me.

"You are allowed to say no," I offered. Of course, the idea of children especially for what I had in store for my life was so far into the future that I could not see it. Of course, in my previous life, I had one or two children. One doesn't have as much fun as I do and not end up with certain responsibilities down the line.

Most pirates are none too keen on keeping brats on their ship. I wasn't one of them. I loved my brats, even if I didn't necessarily love their mothers. I would have given my children the entire world had I the power, which I did. It now comes to my mind that the Liara of my time did not mention any of the descendants I had left. I tried scanning the memories of what I had access to but the only thing that came was a hollowed emptiness in the void of my mind.

I was stirred from my thoughts by the delicate taste of my mother's lips.

"I know, but it's your body after all," she said. She then proceeded to slip out of the bed and dress herself enough that she could no doubt go to Liara for a bath. I thought to toy with her a moment, but I decided not to do so. There would be plenty of time for a much later date.

Soon, the ship came alive with the sound of my crew. Boots knocked against sculpted wood and I took that as my cue to get out of bed as well. I dressed in my captain's robes and walked out the door.

The sun reached my face with such wrath that I needed a moment to adjust my gaze to its brilliance.

"Glad you could begin the day with us, Sir. I'm surprised you could even detach yourself from the poor soul that exited your chambers. She walked like an old croon in need of a beaten cane,"

Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed Ellen standing behind the helmsman. Below us were men and women going about their assigned duties such as swabbing the deck, taking inventory of supplies, or playing cards until an assignment came to them.

Above, I could see Aesteal in the Crow's Nest. She holds the pirate's monocular in her hands and scans the seas for anything she could find. If I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I see the beginnings of a smile on her face. I have not seen Aesteal smile too often, but it's a rather beautiful little thing.

Aside from the female elf, I look down and I see Maeloson speaking with a group of adventurers that had also boarded the ship. As I watch him do this, I am also aware that no one seeks to make a comment about what they heard between myself and my mother despite both of us hearing the howls last night. Perhaps they feared my wrath, perhaps they didn't care, or perhaps...they just wisely kept their mouths shut, either way they weren't talking about it to my knowledge and that was fine with me.

I walked over to Ellen and smacked her ass making her jump. "I plan to do the same to you. You think she had it bad. Just you wait, my tavern slut," I growled suggestively to my Quartermaster. Ellen jumped and I saw her cheeks suppress a grumble. She then took a deep breath and exhaled.

"We have sailed for some time. We're lucky the waves keep us moving, Sir," she said while she looked at me. Her gaze told me that she knew the true reason we were making such remarkable time. Of course we would make good time, I was allowing us to do so. Though I didn't tell her that I could hardly keep this up at night when I was sleeping.

"Good. Now tell me, how long has Aesteal been up there?" I asked.

"Aside from coming down to retrieve a blanket and her daily meal? Probably ever since you assigned her there," Ellen replied.

That...was not what I was expecting to hear. "She's been up there for so many hours?" I asked.

"Aye. I sent someone up to allow them to replace her from her post, but she claimed the only one who could make her move was you, Sir. We best pray she not get sick. Our best link to medicine be the witch," she told me.

I stared at Aesteal for a moment before I frowned. I had not meant for her to stay up there all day. Honestly, elves be a stubborn lot if nothing else. Whether that is a good thing or not is for someone else's interpretation.

"I see," I said.

About half an hour passed me by before I heard the door to Ilzahold's room open. Out came my mother. She definitely seemed more put together than she was when she left my quarters. She turned her eyes to me and I found it very fitting that she could not hold her gaze to me for long. She then walked to me.

"Eric, the witch wants to see you," my mother said. While Liara's desire to see me was rather unexpected, I can't say that it bothered me. I was going to see her after my mother was finished for my own bath.

"Thank you mother. Now be a good slut and man the ship with Sothshore while I'm gone," I replied playfully. Mother looked like she wanted to refute my statement, but the words died in her throat. Her eyes fell to the floorboards.

"Yes, Eric." she answered.

"Look me in the eye when I speak to you, mother," I told her. This was not so harsh a tone that it carried desperate consequences if she didn't, but I don't think she knew that.

When she looked up at me, I could see the unease in her eyes but there was also the burning lust from my harsh demands that could make her skin crawl.

Our eyes met. "Yes, Eric," she answered me.

"Repeat back to me what you be doing while I'm gone,"

"I'll man the ship with Ellen while you're gone,"

"And?"

"I'll be...a good slut,"

Once she gave me the answers I wanted. I kissed her quickly. "Good. Just be warned that I'll be using Ellen to tell me if you're not being a good slut," I said. My mother quickly agreed.

I then decided to send my attention to Liara's room. I knocked on the door. It opened and Burnwood was the one to greet me. As soon as she saw me, her face shifted into annoyance. It was rather cute, though if a bit grating.

"Never thought you'd be such a bastard to fuck your own mother, Drakclaw. Sounds like you really gave it to her good though. I imagine most of the ship heard her," Diane said.

"Funny. I be expecting the witch to say the same thing about her lovely assistant when we reach the Delverhold shores," I retorted. I bet Diane would have tried to shoot me had she the true grit, but she bit her tongue and allowed me to pass. I was a bit dissatisfied with her lack of a retort. I love my women to have a bit of fire in their voices.

"Lady Liara, Captain's here. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go fetch our breakfast," Diane said.

"I thank you, Diane. Be sure to include our dear captain's breakfast as well. We have much to discuss," Liara's voice came from deep within the room.

Diane growled. "Yes, Lady Liara," she said with steel under her tongue.

Burnwood pushed past and slammed the door behind me. I then turned my attention to Liara's quarters. It was as I expected. Books, tomes, and magical artifacts littered the shelves, stands, and floorboards. In the middle of the room rested a bath bowl large enough to fit at least two people. I suppose this would be the thing that Liara was using to give people their baths.

On a table to my right, I noticed a bowl filled with bronze coins. Looking at what I assumed was the bathing bowl, it was not hard to connect my thoughts. "Well, I'm glad my crew is supplying you with funds," I said.

"1 bronze coin for a bath? I think it be not so expensive, Eric. After all, if I must spend my days upon a ship, I'd rather the stench of dirt and odor not accompany them. Besides, cleanliness be a proper necessity. This applies especially to one such as yourself practicing such...strenuous labors. You make this witch rather envious. I wish I could have observed the bindings of body and blood for myself. I hope you keep me in mind for such activities," Liara said to me.

The playful smile on her face almost seemed to arouse my cock once again. Had I not been a little fatigued from last night and just a few moments ago, I might have tried to make Liara's expectations a reality.

"You be in the mood of disappointment then, Ilzahold. Only my crew and wenches hold access to my quarters," I replied. I'm sure she knew what I was implying. From where she sat, she turned the page of one of the tomes she was reading. Thanks to the memories given to me, I could vaguely make out the title of the book. It had something to do with archaic alchemy.

"Hmm, perhaps another time then. Well then, allow me to produce your bath. This should not take too long," she said to me.

I shrugged my shoulders and discarded my clothes. Neither Ilzahold nor I made a comment about my nudity. I dropped one bronze coin into her basket. As polite as the witch and I be towards each other, I dare not trifle with her too much.

Once I had paid, I watched her pull out a seastone jewel. She then placed the jewel in the wooden bowl.

"Cxithurium!" She called. The jewel instantly broke into over a hundred pieces and water rushed out of it like a flood until it filled the bathing bowl.

"I would advise not getting in yet. It is no different from the sea we sail on currently," she told me. I tried not to look at her with annoyance. She would have had no way of knowing that I could already tell what type of water it was.

Liara then dumped a firestone into the waters. For the sake of explanation, perhaps I will briefly clarify. This type of stone unlike the seastone jewel does not produce flames. It would have no true use if it's underwater. It's better to call it a boiling stone because the heat inside it cannot be subdued by normal means. Even now, I see the seawater boiling from the stone.

As it's boiling, Ilzahold then placed cleansing salts in the water. I believe those be speaking for themselves.

"Alright, your bath is ready. May you have a pleasant experience," she answered. I shrugged and stepped into the bowl. The water was very hot, but very appealing all the same. It wasn't long before my young body submerged itself in the bowl and I began to enjoy this feeling.

A few minutes passed by in silence between Liara and myself. I took a rag and began scrubbing myself from all the dirt and grime that this morning and yesterday had produced on me. I admit it be rather sad to know the pleasures that my mother and I experienced had been washed away, but it would only serve to create more down the line.

With nothing to focus my attention on, my eyes wandered to Liara's side of the room. She was seated back on her bed, one luscious leg over the other, with the same black tome in her hands. I don't quite remember this tome nor the contents inside it. I could tell Ilzahold was rather intrigued by the book because her eyes seemed very distant. Not even the sounds of the moving water in this bath were enough to take her away.

It be a time such a this that I forget that this witch be over many centuries older than myself. Now, I only see a beautiful woman reading on her bed. Yes, she be a powerful woman, perhaps even more powerful than me if we put ourselves to equal footing before I was granted this arcane knowledge, but...she seems to be a lonely woman all the same.

As I find myself entranced under the spell of the witch's beauty, my mind loses control over my mouth. "Tell me, Liara Ilzahold, for what purpose do you study magic and the arcane? What truths do you seek?" I asked suddenly.

How I wish this were the time that she would be too distracted with her reading to hear me. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Her eyes stared into mine like the night sky filled with stars. I couldn't begin to find an answer to her current thoughts while she seemed to gleam answers from my own.

To this end, I am only convinced that even if I lived for an eternity, I would not be able to figure this woman out entirely.

The Witch of Draegnar turned her head fully towards me. I tried to keep my expression rather neutral, but it be hard to do so. "And why do you seek to know, Eric Drakclaw? What ease will this bring you?" she returned to me.

I am not sure how to answer her second question. I want to know because even after the many business transactions I have had with Liara Ilzahold, I have not once asked the witch about herself. I don't think back then she would have given so great an answer, but now was not so simple.

I wanted Ilzahold in my crew.

I was going to have Ilzahold in my crew.

However, how could I take a person I knew next to nothing about?

When I stand before the doors that guard the memories of my time's Liara, I cannot grab the handle that allows me to open them. They are shut tight and I am denied the precious sources of information that I seek. It is obvious that when Ilzahold spoke to me last, she spoke the truth. Along with the most powerful magics and arts that she was capable of at that time, she also sealed the memories she knew I could exploit if I wanted her as part of my crew. All I had at the moment were the basics.

I delude myself to believe that this wasn't intentional, but the bones in my body tell me that it was. If I was to bring Liara into my crew, then it would have to be done by my own efforts. It is a bit of a pain, but the greatest treasures are those unearthed with one's own hands.

I eased myself back into my bath. A sigh escaped my lips. "What ease will it bring me? Perhaps it's knowing that when I ask one of the most stunning jewels of the sea to join my crew once this voyage is over then I'll know where her aspirations lay," I replied.

I was rather surprised that Liara didn't laugh at me for this statement. She laughed at me the last time I had asked. Intead, she continued to look at me for a long while.

"For a Draegnar bilgerat, your words carry sweet desserts for the ears. Had I not already known of your impoverished lifestyle I would have wondered if you were the son of a Lord," she responded.

For a man who has taken many women into his chambers, it is true that I'm no stranger to flattery. Quite a few of them led to a smack across my jaw, but luck is a harsh mistress to lean upon.

"To be asking me to align myself with any type of group or denomination, you would be just one in the increasing list. Kings have pledged their kingdoms, princes have offered me enough wealth to own at least five Draegnar islands, queens and princesses have offered me their offspring in return for my allegiance, and such a list is even longer than perhaps my lifetime. I have lost track of the numerous confessions of love, death threats, barterings, allies, and enemies I have been dealt. From lowly brats to mighty kings, it seems...a rather fitting lifestyle for a rumored cursed woman," she said.