The Vengeful Tide Ch. 10

"Hmmm, such unusual vigor for a man. I do wonder whether you be blessed or cursed," she said. One of my hands fell on her thighs and I began to slowly rub it. Seas, even rubbing her skin made my own feel like I could cum without effort. Such beautiful skin and lovely legs that send a trail of fire and lightning through the heart and body. Truly, the witch be no ordinary woman.

"Then perhaps we be of the same nature. Cursed or blessed by whichever definition to keep us sane. Well, saner," I corrected. She chuckled.

"Oooooooooooh! Haaaaaaahaaaaa,"

We turned our attention back to see Diane firmly kissing Ellen while she drove her fingers into Ellen's sopping slit just like I had done. However, Burnwood quickly began assaulting Sothshore by sucking the tips of her nipples. Whatever she was doing, Ellen was enjoying it.

"F-Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh dammit! Mmmmmmmhmmmm!"

Ellen's vocal appreciation of Diane's work had been silenced when the gunwoman kissed her. She rubbed her thumb against Sothshore's clit as hard as she could. I think Ellen either tried to move her legs away or shift them to where she wanted Diane to rub. Either way, such be a fantastic display carnal lust made my own breath short and my desire flourish.

"Four minutes, Diane," I called.

I imagine it must have infuriated Burnwood to no end that Ellen had not cum yet, especially since I had basically warmed her up for the gunwoman to complete. Nevertheless, she showed quite a bit of resolve and slowly moved her tongue down Sothshore's lovely tits. Her wet tongue swirling around each of them while she tried to think of any measures she could that would stop my internal countdown.

That said, perhaps now would be a good time to retract my previous statement about Liara having no visible signs of lust. Oh yes, her body didn't actively show it, but her movements did. I clenched my fingers against her thighs while she slipped one of her hands into my shirt. Her nails gently touched and scraped my skin. Her hand roamed anywhere that it could find on my front body. She touched my chest, toyed with my nipples, and rubbed my stomach.

All of these actions drove my cock into the wedge of her knee space. She then began stimulating my cock with slow, methodic movements. I looked up at her and I noticed that she wasn't even paying attention to what was happening on the other side of the room. Instead, her focus was on me. There be something behind her eyes that I could not explain. To this day, I cannot fathom how I did not cum in her hand instantly when she touched my already risen pistol.

I dare not exaggerate when I claim that I felt like I had been struck a thousand times by lightning. Her hand felt unbelievably good. It felt like my cock was wrapped in a mixture of fine silk and satin. Her forefinger rubbed my cock head while the other fingers worked around the veins of my cock like a ship spider. A series of woven ties ran together all to give me a great sense of euphoria that fired into my brain.

I can't even say that I focused on Diane and Ellen anymore. My senses were in rapid overload and the urge to cum be greater than the will not to, but deep within me, I knew that I would need to resist. Having Ilzahold aboard my ship demanded that I resist! I knew it and she knew it.

So I pinched my arm. I pinched it so hard that it drew blood. The pain oddly felt good to me as well, but it was enough of a distraction that I reined myself in.

"One minute, Diane," I called out.

I didn't take much time to see what Burnwood was doing to my Quartermaster. Instead, I focused on the still coming sensations of Liara's hand.

"Truly, an existence such as you drives men insane," I told her.

She smiled.

"Perhaps that be my curse as well," she answered.

I took my hand off her thigh and slipped it beneath her shirt. She did not stop me. She merely kept looking at me while my hand rolled up her skin. My other hand gently caressed her face and I found it funny that even when touching her on my end, she still exuded an aura that most are unable to cope with.

"Have you ever heard of the Tales of Icarus?" Liara asked.

"I need not soar for greatness. It comes to me," I replied.

I leaned my head up and her head fell down as we kissed within my chair.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

We both heard Ellen scream as she no doubt came her fucking brains out, but I couldn't tell if a minute had passed or not. I was too engrossed in the woman in my arms to notice. Instead, I settled with Liara as my hand beneath her shit found her breasts.

"Hmmmm," she hummed in content. Her palm rubbed my lower sensitive head while I started with gentle rotating motions of her tits. All the while she gently suckled on my tongue. Her breath was strangely hot and cold at the same time, but this only added to the allure that was Ilzahold.

We parted for a moment. "They seem to have finished," Liara said.

"That they have. However, we have not," I told her. I then grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her to me.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmph!" she panted as our kisses only lasted for little more than a second to receive air. Meanwhile, the full shape of her hand wrapped around my cock and she began to stroke me in earnest. I fiddled her nipples between my two fingers and I was a bit surprised when I felt something wet against my fingertips. Whatever it was, it seeped into my skin as she continued to drove her hands faster and harder.

My balls ached and my cock raged forth. Liara stroked me with both her free hand and her thighs as our audience of two watched us. I could feel the cum surging from within my nuts as Liara's handjob worked me over faster and faster until I threw my head back.

"GGGUUUUUUUUGH!" I groaned as I felt my cum fire into my pants. I admit I was expecting to feel its stickiness on my drawers, but when I opened my eyes I was not prepared to see it on Liara's face. I looked down and noticed my pants still on. I am now aware that she actually just used a magic spell to have my cum meet her body. I cannot tell you how turned on I was from that.

Even more so, I watched her scoop it with her finger and savor its taste. "Mmm, quite unexpected. Your body holds mystical properties that make it compatible with my own. I've yet to meet such an individual such as you," she stated, all while my cum laced her tongue and sloshed into her mouth until she swallowed it like fine wine.

"Stick around and I be sure you'll find out just how compatible we truly be," I told her.

Liara chuckled. "Perhaps, but I should guess that we make this a private affair. Such lust seems to have an intense effect on more...unmanageable participants," she replied.

We turned our gaze to Diane and Ellen. Both were utterly breathless, my floor was thoroughly soaked with orgasmic juice that could not have come just from one or two times. Burnwood had fallen to her knees in sheer ecstasy while the blindfold on Ellen's face had fallen slightly due to the sheer sweat on her. Her eyes seemed clouded with passion and desire.

"Perhaps you be right, Witch. I look forward to our next engagement," I said.

"Am I not to be punished, Captain? I don't believe Diane made the one minute," she mentioned.

How she was able to tell that despite what we had been doing was unknown to me, but I, again, chalk that up to just Ilzahold being a mystery that I will never figure out.

"Oh? So the slutty witch wants to be punished?" I asked.

"Tis but a mere formality of the curses of responsibility for one's subordinates," she returned.

I smiled at this statement but shook my head. "Not this night, Ilzahold. Return to your chambers and wait with eager anticipation. For now, you know that I may call upon you whenever I please to repay the actions of your servant," I claimed with great eagerness.

Liara slowly removed herself. "Very well. Perhaps such intimate times are best experienced when one is not aware of their own destiny. None have captured my interest within this realm, Drakclaw, but you have pleased me greatly. Farewell, captain!" she said.

"Diane, do return with me when your spirit has returned from the clouds," she then said to her still slouched guardswoman. The witch then opened the door out into the pouring rain. A swirl of magical power, she stopped it from falling upon her and returned to her own quarters while I heard the sounds of her heels clack across the ship. The rain resumed shortly after.

As Diane laid on my floor, I walked over to her.

"Next time you fail, I best hear it from your own lips instead of Liara's. You won't just be standing in a corner with your arms spread out if you don't," I threatened. She stared into my eyes and moaned.

"HAAAAUUUUUUUUGH!" she cried as I watched her orgasm again sending a rushing tide from her shorts and to my floor. No doubt the residual lust in the air had something to do with that. Just my word alone, for now, were enough to make her cum.

"Do I make myself clear?" I asked.

"Y-Y-Yes," she groaned.

I pinched her nipple and twisted it painfully. Diane silently wailed as her body spasmed like a fierce current had moved through her like it had for me.

"Yes, what?!" I demanded.

"Y-Yes, Sir," she panted out.

I nodded. "Good. You are dismissed," I said.

It took Diane some time to get to her feet and even more time to walk out from my room, but once she was gone I untangled Ellen's arms and legs. She collapsed into my arms and it took two calls of her name for me to get that she had passed out.

A shake of my head, I placed her in my bed, blew out the candles, and listened to the rain outside. Her lovely head on my chest, we both fell asleep. As I slept, I be sure that locked away knowledge from the Ilzahold of my time seemed open to me now.

Visions of future events laid bare in my mind. A great fire was ready to blae through my ships and burn away all I had worked for. The fiery, harsh glare of a woman's eyes swept through my ears as she stood upon a burning sea of wrecked ships and charred corpses.

If I was the water beneath the ground, then she was the fire above the clouds. Her name and title rang through the very lands I had once conquered.

...Seraphina Xi'halbrun, The Commandment of Flames.