The Vengeful Tide Ch. 09

"Hmm, to think the mighty Diane Burnwood couldn't even handle such a simple task. I guess the Guardswoman of the Witch be a title anyone may lay claim to," I goaded. I think she knew that as well, but a growl rumbled from her throat and she marched for the door.

"I hate you," she replied.

"I know," I returned jovially.

A slam of my door then came next. Not even a second passed before I heard the wild hoots and hollers from the men of my crew. No doubt they were all greeted by the sight of Burnwood and her perky tits. I could just imagine the steaming flush of embarrassment that was on the face of the gunwoman. I'm sure if Liara gave her the order she would try to wring my neck at this moment.

How funny that the whistles and comments never stopped even as Burnwood opened the door and came inside with Aesteal in tow. The latter seemed very confused by what was happening, but I think it didn't take her very long to figure it all out. I dare be saying that the tint of red on her cheeks be downright adorable.

"Here. I brought the elf," she said.

"Very good. However, you didn't ask me if you could come in. Go outside and do it again," I ordered.

Diane looked like she was about to blast her own head off if she could reach her pistols.

"You can't be serious," she answered angrily.

"Continue with the attitude and it shall only be worth for you," I said, allowing her to form her own opinions of what this meant.

Diane grabbed Aesteal and walked out the door. A moment or two passed before there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, may I come in?" she asked from behind the door.

"Enter," I said.

Diane opened the door and walked in with Aesteal in tow once again. Both entered my chambers fully and I think in those moments before, Burnwood must have done some deep breaths because she looked notably calmer than before.

"Very good, Diane. Now, in response to your attitude from earlier, I want you to stand against that wall with your arms spread out," I said while I pointed to the wall next to my bed. I was a little impressed that she did this without word or complaint. Of course, the look of anger on her face didn't fade, but there she stood showing me those beautiful breasts with outstretched toned arms.

I then moved onto Aesteal.

"You might be wondering why I asked for Diane to bring you here,"

Aesteal responded with a nod of her head and dare I be saying that she bit the edge of her lip if only slightly. Hmm, it seems that during this voyage my diligent elf has found a perverted side.

"Well, strip, and I'll tell you," I said.

"...Yes, sir," Aesteal replied. She reached for her top, but I quickly stopped her.

"Slowly. Show Diane how a woman can truly entice a man with her body,"

From there, Diane and I watched Aesteal meticulously unbutton her shirt and begin to pull down her pants. My gaze was centered fully on this spectacle as was Diane's. We watched Aesteal pull the sleeves down while leisurely rubbing the cloth against her skin like it be a dry towel. I tell ye, there be something about elves that no matter what they do they ooze a natural attraction to them that defies all common sense.

She then threw that away before moving to her pants. She slowly pulled them down as well. I bore sight to her wonderful undergarments. I had Ellen and my mother handpick these things for her since her only choice of garments like those were strapped bonds.

Once she was done, she pushed those to the side and stood before me in all that elven beauty that I loved to see so much. I could feel her heated gaze on my crotch. No doubt the lump in my pants be visible, but it was of no consequence to me.

I got up from my chair and stood in front of the elven archer.

"I called you here because Diane is being punished for what you did. I'm already punishing her, but now...I'm going to push you for what you've done. Have you any idea of what that is?" I asked.

"No, sir," she responded. I did not tell her that her nipples hardened almost instantly. Her cheeks were the color of roses and her thin ears tingled with excitement.

I slowly paced around her. A circle to view every inch of her nudity, to view ever speck of a true elf's figure. She was so beautiful. Not even the highest courtesan could compare.

"Should I tell you why? Beg me to tell you. Beg me to know the reason why you're about to be punished," I breathed and kissed against her trembling ears.

Aesteal clenched her fingers and her breath grew unsteady. "Please, sir. Please tell me why I am being punished. I beg to know the reason," she said with heated gasps.

"It's because, my dear elf, you're a shameful slut," I answered.

My statement seemed to throw the elf off, but before she could even give me a complaint, I slipped around her and pressed the erection I was sporting through my pants against her ass.

"You would say you weren't one, but we both know a different tale. Only a slut would make a man this hard. Only a slut would drive a tavern full of mercenaries to madness for her body. Only a slut would moan while she's being fondled and examined in front of everyone. You be a shameful, lustful elf. I bet this be the reason why you wished to come with me. You wanted to tease those poor throbbing cocks and quivering cunts without end," I said.

I trailed my hands down the length of her arms. I nibbled on her ears as I continued to grind my cock and my pants into her twin cheeks. She reciprocated by, whether consciously or unconsciously, grinding against me.

"That's...not...," she stammered.

"Is it not? You grind against me just begging me to fall to my baser instincts and rut you like a wild dog. A ravenous bitch in heat that drowns my very ship with seas of arousal. You make every man mad. Only one of strong will and control over his lust could rein in such a slutty body," I whispered. I grabbed her hips and lined her bottom with my touch.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Diane staring at us like she had been greeted to the greatest show she had ever seen. The muscles in her throat kept moving which made me think we had just dried her out. Yet, she still kept her arms out as per my instructions.

Suddenly, I stopped. Aesteal's labored breaths greeted my ears and I sat back in my chair.

"However, I suppose we have a predicament. I'm punishing Diane because of the trouble you and your slutty body made her cause. Then, I'm punishing you for that slutty body. However, if you don't have one then what reason is there for me to punish either of you? Therefore, let's put my words to the test," I said.

I walked over to my bed and reached out from under it. From there, I pulled out my wooden box. From there, I pulled out a wooden paddle. I then sat in my chair with it.

"Here's the deal, my slutty elf. You're going to suck me off for the next fifteen minutes. If you make me cum in that time then it means you do have a wanton body after all. If you don't, then I'll stop what we're all doing right now and no one gets any more punishment," I said.

Diane seemed absolutely relieved at the thought, but just as I would expect from this elf in my crew, Aesteal was cautious. I decided not to keep her in suspense.

"However, not trying your best to give me pleasure in one of the greatest insults I think I could take. If at any point I feel like you're not giving me the greatest pleasure, then not only will I punish you but I'll do something...extra,"

"Extra?" Aesteal asked.

"Time ticks away, Aesteal. I'd suggest you start moving," I told her.

The elf's eyes widened. She looked at Diane for a moment before she walked towards me.

"May I...please serve you, sir?" she asked me.

"You may," I said. I then stood up.

Aesteal undid the belt and buttons of my pants before she pulled them down. How impressive that so many nightly blowjob sessions quickly culminated her understanding of sexual techniques and practices. I was truly beginning to adore not just Aesteal, but Maeloson as well.

My cock sprang forth from its confines. I think I be so turned on that it curved upwards against my cock as the head twitched eagerly.

"Thank you for letting me serve you, sir,"

Aesteal wasted no further time and devoured my cock until her nose hit my pelvis. My head raised to the ceiling, I fell back to my seat as I felt my lovely elf's rough, yet slippery tongue wrap and fondle my cock like the seas cradle a ship. Oh yes, she had truly gotten better since that first time that she had served me,

"Mmmm, good girl. Very goooood," I praised. I spent some idle time moving my hands through her wondrous hair as I heard the sloppy, yet enticing sounds of her bobbing head over my cock like it was a great piece of lizard meat on a stick.

"Mmmmmph! Hmmmmm! Hahhhhummmm!" Aesteal moaned as I watched my cock slip out of her mouth, sting from cold air, and then disappeared back into her warm, wet cunt used for talking. She even fondled my balls between her fingers as her tongue slurped and along the veins of my erection.

As I enjoyed these overwhelming sensations, I noticed Diane having greater trouble holding her arms up. Sweat started pouring down the side of her face and her legs began to rub together. Dare I even say I see a hazy mist of lust in her eyes. I bet if I pressed her nipples to my glass, they could cut the glass like solid diamonds they were so hard.

I went back to focusing on Aesteal and I noticed drops of pussy juice falling to my floor like rainfall. I resisted the urge to buck my hips because her mouth kept me just on the edge of mind-numbing pleasure. She seemed to, whether knowingly or unknowingly, suck my cock between a deepthroat and soothing tongue wrap. There could be no doubt that Aesteal was truly trying to give me her best even if it was a bit...too rushed.

"Two minutes left, Aesteal," I growled out playfully.

Yet, despite my warning, she didn't move faster or slower. Instead, she kept at a pace that I think worked for her. Her hands meticulously worked more saliva up and down my cock which only served to make my skin more sensitive. She tried to use all that she could to her advantage. Her nails trailed my thighs and she would only pop me out of her mouth for a second to lick the long sides of my shaft before I felt the scraping sides of her teeth.

Suddenly, I could feel my body shivering and the fluids extracting themselves from my balls and through the line of my cock. Blood pumped through my lower muscle and I could already tell that I was close to cumming down this beautiful elf's throat like I had done so many times during this voyage. Aesteal was also aware of it as well.

She bobbed her head even faster. In fact, she took me with such pleasure and speed that I think she forgot that she was supposed to not make me cum before the 10 minutes passed.

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I grabbed Aesteal's head and shoved my cock as far down her throat as I could before a beastly grunt expelled from my lips as I came rope after rope of cum through her lips and down into her stomach. I could feel her tongue still licking the underside of my shaft as my eyes drew into the back of my head.

I slowly released her head and she sucked me off just a bit more to make sure I was clean. Once she withdrew from me, I could see that not a single piece of cum was attached to my cock.

We caught our breath for a moment before I chuckled. "Hmm, well I suppose your body is not as slutty as I thought. I came after ten minutes and I don't think you weren't giving me your best. Aye, a man of my word I be. No more punishment," I said.

I don't know whether I grinned or not, but the unsatisfied look in Aesteal's eyes nearly drove me to rescind that statement. Nevertheless, I made way for the wooden box.

"Fortune favors you, Diane. You may drop your arms," I replied.

The paddle was back in the box. All I had to do was close it and slide it back under my bed, but before I could do that, Aesteal stopped me.

"Sir, please...punish me anyway. I...I deserve it," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. I then walked over to my kneeling elf.

"Oh? And who be you to tell me what you do and don't deserve? If you desire punishment so much then go find someone else. A pirate stays true to his own word. To force him to break that be an insult. Why should I go back on my word?" I asked.

Aesteal seemed lost for words. Her eyes stared at me, at the floor, at Diane, and at almost every other corner of my room.

"What...what must I do, sir? What would you like me to do to show you that...I deserve to be punished?" she asked.

I pulled the paddle out of the box again. I then walked over to my chair and sat back in it. Never in my days did I think I would hear an elf beg to be shamed and humiliated. Her voice ached with need and her eyes stared at the paddle like a sacred treasure. Perhaps I had seemingly uncovered just a portion of the Aesteal that no one else knew about.

"Then beg. Beg like the bad, slutty, perverted elf that you be. Show me that studious side that bends no resolve. Show me the very nature of the lass known as Aesteal," I told her.

I heard Diane's breath from across the room. No doubt her chest was tight and her huffs were labored.

I turned back to Aesteal and I watched her crawl on all-fours towards me. Embarrassment and shame be her clothing, but lust be her expression. She could not be used to such treatment. The world of sexual wonders that her culture had so effectively deprived her was slowly being broken by my words. No doubt she must have been experiencing some kind of sexual revelation that was flooding the reason and logic out of her natural elven mind.

"Sir, please...punish me. Please punish your slutty, perverted elf. Please...discipline my body. Please make me feel the pain that I could only feel by your hand. I desire no man but you to strike me," she claimed.

I be telling ye that there is nothing more erotic than a woman begging for a man to please her in a specific way. Of course, this be not so normal, but that was not the desire of those who live upon this ship.

"You wish me to break my promise of no more punishment? You be that greedy, that shameless, that you would make your captain a liar?" I asked her. She panted and crawled to my chest. Her hair tickled the side of my face as she kissed my cheek.

"Please, Sir. Punish me like you punished Ellen Sothshore," she whispered like dewed honey in my ears. She then surprised me when she began to nibble on my earlobe just as I had done to her.

"...I heard men enjoy this type of...stimulation from a woman. Is...this right?" she asked.

SEAS!

I don't remember what happened for the next minute or so. I just remember that I was on my bed with Aesteal's arms and legs bound with rope. She laid across my lap with no hope of escape. Diane still stood at the other wall like a statue watching us like a patreon of an amphitheater. I could see Diane's arms struggling to not reach for her pants-covered cunt.

Meanwhile, I felt Aesteal's hardened nipples against the front of my thighs. I could feel her heart thumping violently as she panted excitedly. Her pure, smooth ass laid in front of me. My throat was dry and my palms were unusually sweaty.

"I be not surprised if your father was charmed by a siren. Just listen to you singing sweet, temptatious things into my ear. Very well, I'll give you what you wish for. I'll punish this ass of yours that you'll never experience the joy of sitting down again. However, this is your punishment. You best be good at counting. I'll be hitting you twice as hard for ones you mess up. We be clear?"

"Aye...aye, sir!" she panted.

"Good girl. Now, start counting cause I bet elven sluts like you just love to scream," I said. I took a moment to caress her silky bottom before I raised the wooden paddle in the air. Then, I swung it down.

SMACK!

"UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Aesteal moaned as she threw her head back. Her ass jiggled wonderfully from the resounding sound of my paddle. Her body shivered like a thousand streaks of lightning had passed through her body. Violent spasms from her bound arms and legs came forth as her hair sprawled over my legs.

"I don't hear counting," I said.

"O...O...O...ne," she breathed out. Her labored huffs touched the skin on my knees which gave me a new erection. My cock tried to eagerly fit into the small hole of her belly button, but I had to apologize to the poor beast. Not even I could fuck that.

I raised my arm into the air again. I then brought it down just as hard as the last.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Aesteal roared beautifully.

"T...Two," she said.

SMACK!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"T...T...Three,"

CRACK!

"AUUUUUUUUUGHGHGGH!"

"F...F...F...Four,"

SLAM!

SMACK!

BAM!

SNAP!

Moan after moan, swing after swing, pant after pant, Aesteal and I lost ourselves in a series of blissful pain and pleasure that must have sounded like a cornucopia of royal music.

"Aaaaahh...oooooooooh...ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Bui I Ambar Nimloth! Oooooooooooh Fāengahar! Sỡtakruvlum! Gavalia! Noshathria!" Aesteal screamed within her elven tongue which I found fairly exotic and erotic at the same time.

I would have to brush up on my elven speak, but I think she said something about the World Tree, or whatever the elves call it. She also spoke of the four spirits which controlled the elements. Water, Fire, Wind, and Earth, respectively.

"Aye, scream louder, you elven slut! Scream to the heavens. Let your voice reach the very edges of the divine realms of time. You...,"

SMACK!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

"...from a prestige race known for its discipline...,"

SLAP!

"...its beauty...,"

SNAP!

"...and its majestic connection to the world beyond writhe beneath a mere pirate! Just look at you stain my pants with a neverending waterfall of pussy juice. Every smack...,"

SMACK!

"U-UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Oh god, Sir! T-T-Twenty,"

"Makes you squirm beneath me. How would you elven brothers and sisters feel seeing a dignified elf beg to be punished and spanked like a lowly tavern wench? This is meant to be your punishment. Yet here you moan and groan like you dare enjoy this. Do you like it? Do you like being a slutty elf just waiting to get spanked on the ass with a wooden paddle? Tell me!"

I swung the paddle. Granted I didn't do this with all my strength since I'd rather not physically torture Aesteal. From the sound of her sobs, her moans, and her elastic body, I knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. I would also like to think that she knew her body would be safe with me.

"Y-Yes, sir! I like it! It hurts, but it feels so...so good. I can feel the spirits of fire striking my body over and over again! It feels...wonderful, Sir! Th...Th...Th...THIRTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" she exclaimed as her pussy convulsed and a blast of orgasmic juice flew through the air and over the sheets of my bed and my lap.

With my hand and the paddle raised in the air, I stopped. I then surveyed my work. Aesteal was completely exhausted. Her hair sprawled out over my lap and the sweat from her upper body drenched one side of my bed while her succulent fluids stained the other side. A brief spasm here or there told me that I had given her quite the painful, yet exciting thrill that she had been hoping for.

Choked, yet rough sobs expelled from her lips, and tears fell from her eyes, but there was no mistaking the heavy labored breaths of a satisfied woman beneath my hands. Her ass looked about as red as any rose I had ever seen. I wished to do more, but...I don't the poor lass could handle it.

"Should there not be some words for my generosity?" I asked.

I heard Aesteal wiggle and moan as she did so. She then turned back to me and I swear that I shall never forget the look of unbridled lust smeared across her face. Her eyes were glazed. Her cheeks were wet from the flowing waters that dripped from her eyes. I think between her pants, I saw the smallest smile.