The Vengeful Tide Ch. 08

I couldn't tell them that some of it would be used in crafting the soulbound and spiritbound weapons that they would all use following Hæňgaram. I wasn't sure if I should hand Maeloson and Aesteal the same book of materials that I had given my mother, if only because I did not want them to think that this meant I had accepted them. Yet, leaving them without weapons that catered to their elven proficiencies made me think that I was intentionally keeping them from impressing me more than they had.

...Dammit, why couldn't I have met these two so much earlier?

Once I saw that no one else had anything to discuss. I asked Ellen to create a book of finances that she would manage while my mother would take over the management of a third of the crew. I then assigned Maeloson and Aesteal to try and manage what was left. With their own personal units that I assigned to them helping them, then I figured they wouldn't be too swamped. They could also send some to my mother's aid if she needed it.

As for myself, I would spend the next three hours staring at a world map while plotting the course towards the Lost Isles of Delverhold. My soul did depend on the success of this voyage after all. As the ship would get closer and closer to the Delverhold, I knew that the underlying magics that laid within the isles would send our ship in directions it should not have gone.

As I continued to work, I heard a knock at my door.

"...Eric Drakclaw, I seek a moment of your time," said a voice that sounded like that of a thousand angels. It could only be Liara's.

I thought this to be very odd since Liara had not directly come to me before. I either went to fetch her or she had used Diane or Goron to find me. This was perhaps her first time seeking me out. I didn't expect it.

I walked to my door. Indeed, there, in her otherworldly beauty, stood Liara Ilzahold. Her eyes looked just as deep as always and her lips looked as succulent as the day I had stolen a kiss from them.

"Liara, a moment. There be another room we can talk in," I said to her.

"...That isn't necessary. Your quarters will suffice. Better yet, I prefer them," she returned to me.

Before I could even accept her offer, she moved past me and into my room. I probably should have been a little apprehensive since she barged in the way she did, but it didn't must matter to me. I was going to agree in the end anyway.

I closed the door and pulled up one of the two chairs I had for her. I sat at my desk while she sat at my open table.

"Alright, what be your concerns?" I asked her.

I couldn't tell if she was doing it on purpose, but I found my eyes drawn to the way she moved her legs. Whether by my own willpower, or my desire to not show her how much she excited me, I managed to stare at her beautiful face instead of her temptatious body.

Liara stayed silent for more time than I considered she needed. I decided to address this.

"Liara, it couldn't have been so long ago that you forget the accepted reasons that anyone is allowed in my quarters. Yet, for so much information that dwells in your head, you seem a bit lost," I said.

Liara did not answer me immediately. Instead, she gently grazed her hand over my table. She then exhaled.

"You told me before that it is the responsibility of women to drive men to madness after you stole a kiss from me," she finally spoke.

I quickly agreed with her statement.

"That I did," I replied.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

I tried to look into this question more than I think was there, but one could never be too careful with this lass.

"You're telling me that you, the woman named She Who Knows Eternity, is perplexed by such a simple question?" I jokingly mocked. I think she understood this too because I was graced with a pleasant laugh.

"Not even the divine know eternity. However, don't misunderstand. I have plenty of references to draw from to understand your statement. I wish to know your thoughts," she answered.

"You wish to know the thoughts of a poor Draegnar bastard?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I admit that I did not think much of you when I first saw you enter my shop, but life always brings forth mysteries that one cannot explain. In the simplest terms, yes, I would much appreciate knowing the thoughts of a poor Draegnar bastard. Though, I don't believe you to be a part of the poor anymore. You have received interesting fortune," she said.

"Well, I best thing so. One of the most beautiful women to ever be crafted from the core of the Earth be sitting in my quarters with me. I doubt many have a greater fortune than that," I returned.

She smiled at this comment, but I think our banter had gone just a bit off-track.

"Tell me, if it's a woman's responsibility to drive men to madness, then what...drive women to madness?" I asked.

"Perhaps, it would be the weight or expectation of that responsibility," she answered.

I slowly nodded to myself. I then stood to my feet. "Aye. If a man goes to war for a woman, he will be driven to madness by the scenes which surround him. For a woman, the weight of that realization drives her mad. But, even if both realize this, tis a reason why it never stops," I told her.

I stood in front of her and she stared up at me. The smile that she gave me made me feel like I had been completed bewitched under a powerful trance. I found myself so close to her that I could kiss her. Yet, I was just on the edge of this. Some mysterious force had kept me from moving forward.

"And why is that?" she asked, almost in a whisper. I think, once again, she knew her own answer, but desired mine anyway.

"...because that be where the truest form of desire lies," I said to her.

I tell you that when her hand touched my cheek, I immediately found myself sporting an erection. A thousand sparks of pure lightning seemed to race through my body at once.

"And is that what drives you mad, your desire for me? Why should I hold responsibility for yours when others have expressed the same for me?" she returned to me.

I don't know what made me laugh harder, the question or the way she traced my arm with her other hand while she said it. "Oh, you don't. Obviously you hold the right to refuse me. If every lass had to bear the responsibility of every man that found them desirable then what would there need to be brothels for? No, but it's what a good girl would do," I replied.

"Is that what I am to you?"

"You tell me,"

Whatever stopped me from kissing her before had faded away and I quickly took a hold of her lips with my own. As usual, it was a kiss that lit the fires of my soul and my lust. Even now, I don't think this be the reason she came into my quarters, but I was not about to complain.

I pulled away from her with a small smack of our lips. Her eyes easily told me that she was not one to easily be glossed over like the other women I had kissed.

"Is this why you came to my room?" I asked.

"It was not the reason I sought to come over here first, but I will not go back on the sudden feeling. If I was to judge from the noises that assault my ears over the wall, I'd say you were quite masterful for such a young man," she answered.

I took note of the suspicion in her voice but didn't mind it so much. I'm sure if I left her alone, Liara would be able to figure out my secrets if given the time. No one hides things from her for too long.

Instead of having a wary expression, I opted for a confident one. I challenged her gaze with a careful smile that belied none of my intentions.

"Perhaps in the face of exquisite beauty, I am persuaded to try harder," I complimented. I then walked back to my seat and urge her to come to me with a finger. A chuckle for my reward, Liara stood up and the sound of her footwear knocking against the wood of my floor echoed through my room until she stood in front of me.

She then shifted her legs and took a seat on my lap, not unlike Ellen had done a few times.

"I be surprised. You're rather compliant," I admitted. Of course, I wasn't expecting her to outright be difficult, but I was not anticipating it being as easy as this.

"I am merely being...responsible. Now, kiss me," she ordered.

"Please, may I kiss you, Sir?" I corrected her.

She and I stared at each other for longer than a moment. There was a gaze beneath her eyes as deep as the Great Blue Seas. Her eyes seemed to search mine, or perhaps we were searching each other. Either way, she placed another hand on my cheek.

"Is that what you seek? To control me?" she asked. I could be wrong, but I'm sure I heard some form of anger or resentment beneath her tone.

"Is that what you think I be trying to do?" I asked her. She didn't answer me. I wasn't expecting her to.

"Stay here," I said.

I then walked outside. I saw mother staring off the side of the ship while Ellen spoke with some other crew members.

"Mother! Ellen! Come here!" I called.

Both spotted me and they had begun to walk towards me. I ushered them both inside and they spotted Liara standing near my work desk.

"Why is she here?" Ellen asked, her tone a tad more flamed up than I wanted, but I let it go.

"She's here because I want her here. Is that a problem?" I asked.

My tone was enough to tell Ellen and my mother what was happening. I have no doubts that they could feel Liara's gaze on them which only furthered their own embarrassment.

"N-No," Ellen muttered.

"No, what?!" I asked.

"No, sir. There's no problem," Ellen muttered through gritted teeth and a fierce blush.

"Good. I asked for you both because I want Liara to be put at ease. Now, both of you strip!" I ordered.

Ellen cursed under her breath, but she began removing her top. My mother quickly followed.

"Eric, but...," I turned a harsh glare to my mother. She quickly righted her mistake.

"Sir, everything?" she asked.

"Everything," I answered.

My mother and Ellen spoke not a word more. They continued to undress for my feasting eyes and for Liara's education. It wasn't long before we were both graced with the sight of their lean, sexy bodies. Yes, as I can see, the result of medicine for my mother has been paying off. There is a note of muscle on her stomach, more so than Sothshore's. Granted, Ellen is fit as well, but...that leads me to the testament of Liara's ingredients.

Once both were naked, my erection that I had been steadily losing during this time had returned. Seas, I loved them both so dearly.

"Good. Now Ellen, come here. I want to fuck my mother so hard sailors will confuse her for a mermaid. Ready my cock for her. As for you, mother, ready yourself for me. I want to hear you moan for me. I want to see your fingers soaked," I told her.

"Yes, Eric,"

I wanted to correct my mother, but I felt the general meaning was there so I decided not to.

What followed was a glorious sight. My mother walked towards the bed while Ellen walked towards me. Liara remained silent as she stood at the nearest wall to my bed. Her eyes seemed positively enthralled with what was happening before her. One might take her for a statue if she were not breathing.

"Undress me," I told Ellen.

"Aye, sir," she replied. She moved behind me and took off the shirt that I had been wearing. I then stood up so she could work on my pants. She pulled both my underwear and my pants down in one pull and my cock sprang forth from its confines like a great serpent. I tried not to laugh at the way it lightly smacked Ellen's cheek.

"Suck me off, Ellen. Show Ilzahold how much of a cock-loving slut you are," I commanded. I knew without a shadow of a doubt Ellen hated this order if only because she had dealt with Liara before. For a business associate to see a once-powerful businesswoman demeaned so heavily must have been a blow to Sothshore's pride, but...pride of my own welled when she looked at me with sudden growing lust.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me suck your fuckin' cock!" she said. Then I moaned as I leaned my head back against my wall when I felt the very back of Ellen's throat as her nose touched my pelvis. Her soft hands on my burning loins and the feel of her tongue scraping the underside of my dick made my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

Then, she withdrew. A hot, warm trail of saliva stuck from my cock to her lips as warm sea air brushed them over. An audible gasp and huff escaped from her lips that tickled the sensitive flesh of my cock before I found the warm cavern of her mouth all over again.

Ellen panted and huffed as I watched her head take the length of my grith over and over. Gone was her brief hesitation and her lust took over like a brash storm.

"Mmmm fuck! That's a good girl, Ellen! Suck my cock!" I moaned. My chest began beating like a drum as blood rushed from my heart to my cock and back through my brain. I heard a small pop for one moment. I looked down and saw taken my cock from her mouth and began slowly giving me a sensual handjob with her rough fingers slathered in mouth lube.

"You've gotten better at blowjobs. Have you been practicing?" I asked rather cheekily.

"Who the hell would I do this with other than you, sir?" she asked.

Despite her tone, I could see the stiffening of her nipples and I could see how she squirmed her legs together. Clearly, Sothshore was getting aroused by this activity. The same...could be said for my mother as well.

I cast my gaze upon her and I was given the blessing to see and hear my mother moaning as she watched Ellen continue to make me hard for her. Liara also watched her with apt attention. I think I'm wrong again, but I think someone's lower lip was quivering.

"Yes, mother! Prepare yourself for me. Imagine me going over to my bed and fucking you with this thoroughly sucked cock from my beautiful slut over here. Does that turn you on, mother? Watching a woman prepare your son's hard cock for your wet cunt?"

My mother pushed the sheets of my bed with her outstretched legs as she continued jabbing her fingers into her pussy so vigorously that juices were fired into the air and across my floor.

"Tell me!" I commanded.

"Yes, Eric! Yes, sir! I like seeing my son's hard cock being prepared to fuck me! I love watching Sothshore tend to your dick like the greedy slut she is. Ooooooh yes! Mmmmmm FUCK!" My mother wailed. She pinched one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She hissed and cried as she continued to pleasure herself.

Meanwhile, that confession might have lit something under Sothshore because damn if she didn't try to make me come with the best damn blowjob I had ever had in a while.

"I'd better hurry up with this damn cock of yours, Sir. Sounds like a needy bitch wants it," Ellen said. She swallowed my cock and grabbed my ass, pulling me as fr into her mouth as she could swallow. I held her blonde hair in the palm of my hand as she gorged, slurped, and sucked my dick like it would be the last time she would ever get to feel such a sensation.

I think at some point, we had forgotten than Liara was even in the room because Ellen wasn't one for dirty talk unless I had pulled it out of her. Yet, I could now see her plunging her own fingers into her sleeky cavern almost as vigorously as my mother.

"Mmmm, ummmph! Fwahhhhhh! I hate goading your damn ego, Sir, but it is nice to suck this cock sometimes," Ellen suddenly said to me.

"Aaaaaaah, yes, Ellen! Suck my son's cock! Make my son ready to fuck me! Then watch him fuck me!"

Ellen took me out of her mouth. My cock was slick with a thick sheen of saliva. Precum oozed from the bud of my dick and onto her tongue. She licked it up spectacularly.

"I think that's as hard as you're gonna get, Sir," Ellen said to me.

I kissed Ellen with as much passion as I would a long time lover. The feel of her hot breath against my skin drove me wild.

"Good girl. Now, go spread my mother's pussy for me. I want to see how wet she is," I replied.

Per my command, Ellen walked over to my bed. She then swatted my mother's hands away from her pussy. Just like back in Draegnar, I was blessed with the sight of two beautiful women, one on top of the other. It was enough to make me cum right then and there had I not the proper control.

Ellen smoothed her hands on my mother's thighs before she touched the outer walls of my mother's pussy. She gently pulled them apart which released a desperate, hot, needy pants from mother's lips.

"Here be your freshly prepared pussy, Sir. It's ready for your cock!" Ellen said.

It was true. I could see my mother with lust-clouded eyes. I could see the quivering inner walls of her cunt literally flowing with a waterfall of juice just ripe for the tasting. My cock lurched. I wanted to be inside that glorious hole that I was born from once again.

"Is that what you want, mother? You wish your son to bury his cock so far into you that I never want to leave?" I asked.

"Yes, Eric. Yes, Sir. Whatever you wish. It's your body. Do whatever you wish with it. Please, fuck me! Please fuck your personal cunt!" she answered.

I cannot begin to tell anyone how pleased it made me to hear those words uttered from the lips of my mother. However, as much as I wished to do just that, I also kept my nerve. There was obviously a reason I had brought these two in here.

"What do you think, Liara? Should I reward my mother for such a grand confession?" I asked.

I think I might have gotten Ilzahold off guard because she became aware that I had not forgotten her. There didn't seem to be any visible arousal on her face, but I could tell from the way her eyes seemed utterly stuck on the scene in front of her that she might have been at a loss for words.

A single breath felt like hours to us all before we heard Liara laugh.

"...You truly are a devious young man, Eric Drakclaw. Perhaps a man such as you should...reward such sensual efforts. I did mean what I said prior. I have always wished to study the taboos of society up close," she answered.

"Is that so?" I asked.

I walked over to my bed and moved between my mother's legs. Seas, I wanted to plunge into that waiting cunt. I could already see it in my mind's eye, the walls of my mother's pussy massaging my cock. I could see them milking me until I buried myself up to my balls against her ass.

It was so close and I was beginning to sweat. So I settled for the next best thing. I rubbed my cock between the opening folds of my mother's pussy. Seas, it felt so hot, so warm, and so tight. So hard was my cock that it almost felt painful. Like a famed treasure seeker just on the edge of a divine artifact, so too was I on the edge of losing my very mind.

"Well Liara, since you want to see me reward my mother, then why don't you...put my cock inside her," I told the witch.

If Ilzahold was surprised then she hid it well when she began walking towards my bed. Like a hawk, her eyes pierced the scene before her eyes until she smoothed her clothes and knelt on the floor.

"Eric Drakclaw, how bold...you are," she said. She then grabbed my cock, her touch making me grit my teeth behind my lips to keep the cum building in my balls from exploding into the air.

Thankfully, Liara did not wait for too long. Instead, she rubbed me for but a moment before she lined my cock with my mother's pussy. She then slid me inside.

"Mmmmm oooooooooooh! Oooh that feels nice. Eric, I love your cock!" My mother moaned as I watched her face morph into one of unbridled rapture. I could feel her walls clinging to me so hard that it was actually hard to go further in, but she kept pulling me and Liara kept pushing me in until my balls were literally stuck between the cheeks of my mother's ass.

"Heh, just look at her face. She be in the clouds," Ellen said with a laugh.

"The merging of not only two bodies, but two spirits, souls, and aura can create enough pleasure that no one can handle it all at once. Such a merging is very rare, but one of the most powerful between a parent and child," Liara said.