The Vengeful Tide Ch. 07

I then turned back to those gathered. "Before any of you be asking for handouts, then we best clear the air first. I did not come here to save you lot! I came here to claim a bounty and take treasures. The only reason you have been saved is because Maeloson and Aesteal seem to think that there be a proper use for you all to me. Who be the leader of this town?" I asked.

Those around stared at each other, but I finally received an answer. "He's dead. Been dead for about three days now," a man replied.

I didn't like that answer.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation but then exhaled. "Fine, then you're the new leader of the town," I pointed to no one in particular.

"I have written down a claim to all the treasures inside. Take a quarter of that and use it to your town's reconstruction. You dare take more without telling me and I'll make you regret it. For now, you have a place on my ship," I told them.

I can see that most of the town show hesitance in the words of a pirate, but there is also not much they can do about it. They follow Maeloson, Aesteal, Liara, and myself back to the ship.

We arrive at the ship just in time for the sun to begin going down. My mother and Ellen are surprised at who we've returned with. I began separating the women who would become a part of my crew with Aesteal, and the men who would be staying with Maeloson. The rest are given private quarters. I tell the members of my temporary crew that no one is allowed to mess with them on punishment of death. They heed these words well.

Meanwhile, Aesteal took my personal prisoner and locked her in the brig. She told me she assigned someone who was on standby to watch over her. I saw no problems with this. After all of this was done, I found myself paying a lot of thanks to Liara for using what she could to aid the people.

As day was replaced with night, I had a rather lengthy meeting with my mother, Ellen, and the elves. I'm sure I surprised them both by telling them that I wanted to know their plans for the people they would be bringing aboard my ship. Unfortunately, neither was able to give me an adequate response. So...I decided to test them. By the end of our voyage from the Isles of Delverhold, if they could not turn their groups into something worthwhile for me, then those people would go back to where they came. I was a little suspicious that they both...agreed without complaint.

I could no longer take it. As I dismissed the meeting, I asked for Aesteal to remain behind. I feel a bit of relief in the fact that I finally got an uneasy expression out of one of the elves. She seemed surprised by my need to keep her around. She then closed the door and locked it.

"Yes, Sir?" she asked.

I sat on my bed and stared at Aesteal for about a minute. She stared back at me, unmoving, unwavering, unflinching. It was odd. In some aspects, I find that I can't even deal with the elves better than I can with Liara. Everything they do is perfect, aside from some typical elven overachieving.

"Strip,"

My voice is hard. My tone is direct. There can be no question in Aesteal's mind about what I just asked. I offered no context. I gave no explanation. I simply...demanded. If she had asked why, then that would have been enough for me to remove her and Maeloson from my crew. If she asked why, I would have seen that brief hesitance that I wanted.

Instead, what I got was not what I assumed. In hindsight, I probably should have.

Aesteal removed her bow and quiver. She did not stall for time by neatly placing them down either. She just dropped them like she would something inconvenient. She then kicked off her boots. Those fell with a hard thud and she quickly followed with her shorts and shirt.

I noticed her chest was wrapped in bindings instead of the regular undergarments that I assume most women wear.

She undid those bindings and I was graced with the sight of her beautiful elven body. Skin that seemed dipped in treasured honey, a blemish nowhere to be spotted, and a body honed in the elven arts and practices, was what I had seen. Aesteal...was very beautiful.

"You bind your breasts. Why?" I asked.

"Could I have remained a pure elf prisoner if I didn't have them?" she returned.

I would have made the argument with her that not even Maeloson would have been safe so it was unlikely for her to feel as secure in those wrappings as she did, but that was not my purpose.

Instead, I feasted upon her as I would have with my mother or Ellen. As with Ellen, I certainly appreciate the female form. I sought to let her know as much. "Turn in a circle. Slowly," I said.

Aesteal placed one of her heels back and began slowly turning for my viewing pleasure. I could already feel my cock rising inside my pants. How odd that despite her living under my roof for a number of weeks, I am only now truly beginning to understand the depths of her elven physiology. This is a spell that she places over me not so dissimilar to how Liara does, but Aesteal's is a more traditional one that fine-tunes my senses.

She fully faced me once more.

"Good. As expected, you be very beautiful," I complimented her.

Of the many things that I expected from her, a blush was not one of them. She seemed...unsure of how to take my compliment to her femininity. If nothing else, it eased my tensions in not only dealing with her but also with Maeloson.

"Thank you, Sir," she said to me.

"So we've been a group for a little over a month, right?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Then I think it be time that I start seeing some of that elven grit that I saw back in the cells. Sit," I ordered.

She sat down.

"Now, spread your legs. Pleasure yourself for me," I commanded.

"Pleasure...myself?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Aesteal, you elves have at least five times the lifespan of an average human. You'd be taking me for an idiot if you be telling me that you don't know what I'm talking about," I answered.

My female elf swallowed whatever hesitation she felt and parted her legs giving me a full view of her hairless pussy. Mmm, it looked like it was just begging to be licked.

Aesteal did not move for a couple of seconds and I decided to remind her of this fact. "Something wrong?" I asked.

"I'm doing it! Just...just give me a moment!" she exclaimed. I think I'm the only one in this room who noticed that she didn't add the 'Sir' after it. I grinned.

Aesteal started with pinching her swollen nipples. Clearly, the elf had never masturbated before because her touch was rather clumsy and uncoordinated, but I didn't stop her. Instead, I decided to watch her experiment with herself.

My elf groped her chest continuously. Tiny pants and huffs had begun to circulate around my room as I watched Aesteal seemingly grow in confidence as the minutes rolled by. Her technique was still pretty damn sloppy for a warrior from a race that is so adept at hand and finger work.

"Ughhhhh...haaa...ummmm," she groaned while she leaned her neck down to lick the pink skin of her mystical skin. For some reason, her clumsiness was driving me wild as I watched her slither her left hand down until it touched her pussy.

"You've never masturbated before, have you?" I asked her. Her embarrassment kept her from answering me.

"Answer me!" I exclaimed.

"No, I haven't, Sir," she replied.

"No, you haven't what?"

"No, I haven't masturbated before, Sir," she continued.

Once I had gotten what I needed, I motioned for her to stop. I think she must have started getting into it because she was slow to do this. However, once she was done, I patted my legs.

"Come to me," I told her.

Aesteal stood up and walked over to me. I slowly took her arm with my hand and pulled her until she sat on my lap. "And here I thought elves were wise in all aspects of life," I teased.

"I...was forbidden from pursuing such carnal desires to better serve the spirits and our ancestral lands. To seek pleasure in such ways was...to be given harsh punishments," she answered.

I...don't quite remember hearing about things like that in my past life, but I never stayed in elven countries for too long so it's possible it was just one of the things to surprise me.

"Well, you be not in an elven country anymore. You be upon the ship of Eric Drakclaw and I want to see your face in desire and ecstasy," I told her. Hesitantly, Aesteal agreed.

I turn her head towards me and shock her with a heavy kiss. She doesn't combat me like I am used to when kissing my women, but hers was a delicate, still clumsy, one that made me feel as if I was partaking in a wondrously cultivated elixir. Her body squirmed in my embrace and I could feel her toes curl against the lower end of my legs.

My tongue playfully sought out hers and once it found it, I wasted no time and began exploring the walls of her mouth with eagerness.

As we kissed, I took her hand in my own. I then placed both on her left breast. WIth my hand and hers, we squeezed down on her flesh which released a pleasant moan from her occupied mouth.

"Feel that? Your body be heating up even faster than a firestone. Every kiss is a tremble to your form. Since you don't know the benefits of carnal pleasures, then I'll be the one to teach you. You should be thankful that I'm taking time out of my important matters to help you, don't you think?" I asked.

"Y-Yes, Sir. Thank you for teaching me," she replied.

I kissed her once more before turning her over to where I could now sit behind her. "Good elf. Now, let's start with this slutty elven body of yours," I said.

"My body is not wanton! AHHHHHH!" she exclaimed as I nibbled the length of her long, thin ears. I have had at least one or two flings with elves and I know for a fact that their ears are one of places that can really get them going. It would appear that Aesteal was no different.

"Oh, but you are. Why else do you think every other race desires you lot so earnestly? Look at this skin, these tits, and these lovely legs. Only a slutty body like this could attract so many eyes. See, feel, and touch it for yourself," I whisper to her.

We guide our hands over her body. Her legs squirm in delight and I can feel arousal slip down her thighs and onto my own legs. Then, I took her hand and headed southward. We arrived at the heat of her soaked snatch. Calling it a flowing river could not have been more apt.

"And this pussy. Seas, this pussy was made fucking. Do you not see the eyes of the crew when they look at you? Can you imagine your body turning them on so much that they could only dream of breeding this beautiful elven body? And you dare tell me this body be not slutty?" I asked.

"I-It's not. Ooooooh ahhhhh, It's not, Sir,"

"But it is. My cock says it is," I told her. My painful erection was constantly grinding against her naked skin. The friction between my cock, my pants, and her ass created such a powerful sensation that I'm embarrassed to say that she almost made me cum right then.

"Ummmmm, mmmmmmph, oooooooooh!" Her voice was like shots of raspy air flowing from the depths of her throat. I took two of her fingers and plunged them into her pussy which made her groan like a thousand sensations were assaulting her form.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

I taught her a motion for her fingers to follow with my own and before long she was massaging the walls of her cunt as good as any other woman I had seen. Her eyes were closed, her nipples erect, her creak flowing endlessly, I couldn't help taking her lips for another kiss while she used her other free hand to stroke the side of my head.

It wasn't long before I felt her tongue swirl around mine and her lips tightly close. Her moans grew in frequency and her body churned in bliss. "MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Aesteal gasped into my mouth as the scent of a wondrous orgasm assaulted my nose.

Curiously, I reached my fingers down for an inspection and what I got was a warm soaked hand next to my own. I opened my eyes and lifted up my soaked and stained hand to my beautiful elven crew member,

"See this, Aesteal? Only a slutty body like yours be capable of something like this," I said. Her eyes opened. The clouds of rapture sailed through her eyes as she looked at the work she had done. I stretched and flexed my fingers for emphasis. So sticky were they, I could see and feel the juice cling to their walls as it slid down the palm of my hand.

"I...I...,"

Never did I think this would be the time that Aesteal would be at a loss for words. I leaned my lips close to her ear and, as if I were teasing a secret to her, I spoke.

"Lick them. Lick them clean," I ordered. My voice was not so harsh, but I made sure it carried the same tone I would have used with my mother or with Ellen.

Aesteal stuck out her tongue and traced her tongue over my hands. With a bit of unsureness, she had been slow at first but it didn't take long before her to begin greedily lapping at her own river from my fingers.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Tastes as sweet as nectar, doesn't it? I won't tell you to disregard your elven customs, but this be my ship. You and Maeloson agreed that I would do as I pleased with you both. Tell me how you feel,"

"I...I feel like my body was bathed in the searing lava pits. I...I mmmmmm can't think," she replied as she continued to lick my fingers until they were clean.

"Well, I say this be a good lesson, but we be not finished. In case it has escaped your attention, I be in need of relief myself. Watching you hungrily devour my fingers like a tavern slut makes my desire for you stronger!" I growled slowly into her ears.

Her two silky, wet fingers that had been buried knuckle-deep into her beautiful pussy. Those fingers, as well as the rest, wrapped around my cock and began massaging it.

"Mmmm, for someone who hasn't masturbated, you sure seem to know how to arouse a man," I replied. Aesteal looked away from me, but she continued to rapidly pleasure me through the confines of my pants.

Like a wild inferno, my hot breath stung the nape of her neck. It was no surprise to me that her hands were just as clumsy on me as they were on herself, but that holds its own attraction.

"Tell me, you slutty elf. Have you ever seen a cock before?" I asked.

"Of course, I-I've seen...a male sexual reproduction...,"

"Call it a cock when we're alone like this. Talk to me like the dirty elven slut I know that be hidden beneath the waves of your body," I said while I took her hand and grazed it over my belt buckle. It took her no time in knowing what I wanted and she began unbuckling my pants.

"I've seen a cock before. I've had to study such things," she replied.

I nodded and dropped my hands from groping her chest. "Good, then it's time that you were given a live example to work with," I told her. The sharp intake of her breath led me to believe that she was looking forward to this lesson, even if she didn't say it herself.

I ordered Aesteal to stand and she did before she turned to face me. I stood as well. "Undress me," I told her.

She swallowed.

"Yes, Sir," she said. After she said this, she began slowly removing my coat, my pants, my boots, and the other garments that might register as clothing until I was just as naked as she was. When she took off my pants, so painfully erect was I that my dick arched upwards angrily. A squirming bulbous head with a leakage of precum was upon her eyes.

I shook her from her gaze with another kiss. Then I spoke once more.

"Kneel. It doesn't bite," I told her with mirth in my voice.

"I...I know that much," she answered me with a bit of elven fire that turned me on. She followed my order and knelt to the floor just as she had when we started.

How I wish I could know her thoughts as she stared at my length in such a way that made it seem like she was taking every tiny detail. Her eyes remained just as dazed now as they had been from her previous orgasm.

"Well? I'm waiting,"

Aesteal slowly raised her right hand and gently touched my cock. I still find it strange that an elf who has lived for so long has only now come to know of activities like this. I wasn't that surprised when she claimed she hadn't been with a man when we first met, but for her to have such a...minimal understanding of the sexual arts unsteadied my head a tad.

"How is it? Explain it to me,"

She looked at me while she continued to rub my cock with her delicate fingers. More precum flowed from the slit in my dick.

"It's hot. Heat flows from it as if it were blessed by the Shaemire," she told me.

Shaemire was basically the elven term for fire spirits.

"It's hard like great iron. It pulses with life and vitality. It...pushes against me like some unknown creature," she finished.

I gently took her head in my left hand. She stared into my eyes. As like hers, my eyes were covered with lust and need. I could see the way she knelt before me. A slave to my whims and my desires, she fondled my cock as if by giving it some great praise.

"Suck it,"

Her eyes closed and then opened. Her hot, labored breaths tickled the nerves of my sensitive cockmeat like smoke and fire kindle upon a boiling pot.

"Yes, Sir," she answered. She then took my cock into her mouth and began moving her head back and forth like she had always known to do this.

That proved to be the wrong thing for me to say because it wasn't long before I felt the rough edges of her teeth. Unlike with Ellen, it was obvious that she did not know how to use her teeth as a sexual stimulant.

SMACK!

"AHHHHHHHH!" Aesteal screamed. She turned around and she noticed a floating whip of water that I had taken from the outside.

"Until you become adept at servicing my cock, I'd better not feel those teeth of yours, Aesteal. Every time I do, you'll be punished for it. Understood?"

Call me crazy, but I'm pretty damn sure I saw an even greater burning lust than what I had seen when she had orgasmed the first time. If I could define her eyes right now, they would be utterly captivated by those essences of a Succubus demon.

"Yeuuushhhh, Shir!" She groaned with my cock in her mouth. I felt her teeth a bit in that one, but I let it slide since the vibration of her mouth, throat, and tongue had aroused me so. Then, came my beautiful elf's first attempt at cock servicing.

SMACK!

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

CRACK!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

SNAP!

SLAP!

SMACK!

"UGGGGGGGGGGGH! I'm sorry, Sir!" Aesteal said as she continued to work my cock through the reaches of her mouth pussy. This was perhaps the tenth time I had to smack her for the use of her teeth but, true to elven form, she seemed to get the hang of it very quickly. Her tongue seemed to masterfully wrap around my cock like a snakeskin vice.

"Ummmm, just like that, Aesteal. You be a fast learner," I told her as I felt the cold air tease my cock before the texture of her salivating tongue licked around my sacks of cum and across the length of my flesh pistol.

I rewarded her efforts with my own moans and groans of appreciation. I was actually surprised that I had been so far gone I closed my eyes just to focus on the intense waves of pleasure she gave me. When I opened them, I saw Aesteal moaning like a proper bitch in heat, stabbing her fingers into her snatch over and over again with such voraciousness that her mouth started vibrating my cock from her own moans. Like a young adult who had just discovered the pleasures of carnal desires for the first time, her body must have been swelling with an intense need to be filled in ways that her elven livelihood had denied her.

From her, my eyes trailed downwards. My captain's floors were drenched where she knelt. Puddles of elven love juice were collected on my wooden boards. I grabbed a fistful of Aesteal's snowy hair and pulled it back with a firm touch. My lovely elf groaned in slight pain until she released my sloppy, soaked dick from her lips.