The Vengeful Tide Ch. 13

I held up her chin. "Look at you, Diane. Tell me, do good girls pant like starved wenches?" I asked. I didn't give her time to answer. Instead, I made her taste herself when I kissed her. Her tongue wrestled with mine fervently. Seas, her mouth was like a raging inferno of need and her lips sucked all the juice from my face with otherwordly eagerness.

"Tell me, Diane. How many times have I struck you so far?" I asked.

"F-F-F-Forty times, Sir," she exhaled, her hot breath roasting my nose.

"And any minute now, Liara could come in here and attempt to dispose of me for beating you. Shouldn't I receive some thanks for risking my life in this manner?" I asked.

So lost in her lust, I don't Diane even found the will to resist me. "T-T-T-Thank you, Sir. Thank you for risking your life to punish me," she panted out.

I slowly nodded as I kissed her again. "Well, good girls deserve to be punished just as much as bad girls. However, if ya really wish to show thanks, then I know a better way," I said.

I'm sure Diane caught my drift when I pulled down my pants and freed my cock finally. There be no use in hiding it. My tip was leaking with precum that slid down the underside of my shaft. So filled with blood was it that it stood straight up with a large, purple bulbous head. The fiery gaze of Diane's eyes zoomed in on my crotch as I grabbed a fistful of her hair.

"Words might get ya far on a business deal, but actions carry weight!" I said.

I didn't even give Diane a chance to reply to me. Instead, I lowered her down and shoved my cock into her mouth, using her as I sought fit.

And by the great tides of C'q, it was fantastic.

So warm, so hot, so tender and slither was her mouth and tongue that I threw my head back and thrust my hips and balls into her face. I don't know how well she was doing with what I had just begun. All I knew was that I wanted to dump my seed down Liara's guard's mouth. Fortunately, she seemed to be enjoying it because her tongue constantly tried to wrap around my cock.

Seconds must have passed by like minutes as I lost myself in the euphoria of Burnwoo'd throat. All I could hear was the sound of her soft gagging on my cock as I abused her mouth for my own pleasure. Fast or slow, I alternated my pace. Sometimes I reached be back of her tongue in seconds while others I made her deepthroat me until her nose touched the hairs of my pelvis.

Dammit, I couldn't believe I was actually trembling. The way Diane worked my cock despite my hands on her hair, driving her back and forth, was phenomenal. The pleasure was firing through my brain like a bang of rounds from her pistols. I could not deny it, she was definitely more adept at sucking a cock than my mother or Aesteal, but I can't exactly say the same of Ellen. I would have to find out at some point.

My hips stopped for a moment as I took a steady breath. "This is where a slut like you belongs, tied up with a cock in your mouth. You might be Liara's guard but when you're on my ship, I'm gonna make sure we settled all our debts. Got it?" I asked.

I shivered when Diane slowly nodded, my cock still deep in her mouth.

I slowly pulled my cock from her mouth. "Good. Now, how about we cement this new relationship of ours? I know something I've been dying to try ever since I first met you," I said. Her eyes widened as I walked back to her swollen ass and quaking pussy.

I knelt down and licked her puckered asshole before I smacked her nether cheeks once more which made her groan. "Oh, don't worry, I'll take your ass after we enter Delverhold. That'll be my personal prize for the doubts back on Draegnar, but I've always wondered what the pussy of Liara's guard feels like!" I exclaimed.

I'm sure Diane wanted to say something, but I had still not given her permission to speak. She could only wiggle her ass for me as I teased her lips by rubbing the sides of my cock against them. I then lined my cock with her cunt and slowly pushed inside.

"oOOOOOOOooOOOoOOOOOOH!" Diane cried as I felt the warm, tight, slippery walls of her cavern sucking me in like a whirlpool of female lust that began to mix with my own desires.

"OH GOD! No wonder you drive men mad, Diane. A cunt like this was made for a cock to be stuffed inside it!" I complimented as I buried myself further and further until my balls rested against her lower hips. I didn't want to say it, but I almost blew my load right there. How I held off the igniting string to fire the cannon was beyond even me,

Constantly, Diane's vagina flexed its walls to accommodate my girth as I pulled out and then slammed back in. The scents of lust, sex, and passion filled my room as I grabbed Diana's hips and fucked her like it would be the last fuck of my life.

"Oooooooooooooaaaa...ooooaaaaoaaaaaah...Hnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaa!" she moaned as I grunted like a boar. My lust refused to be tamed and my desire to mate with this spitfire wench fueled me forward.

The outside world wasn't entirely lost to me because my ship suddenly rang with the sounds of moans of my crewmates from the various levels of the ship. It seemed that not only Diane and I had felt the human desire to mate after our brush with death had subsided.

The sounds of my crew, the sounds of my flesh slapping inside Diane's own, and the very fact that Liara, the almighty witch I was attempting to bring to my cause, was hearing her guard and I go at it next door all thrilled me. Diane's body was so sensual, so tight, so clinging to my cock, that I had to make the rope of water lower her down because I was losing the feeling in my legs.

Once we hit the floor, I was free to pound into her as much as I desired. "Ughhhhhhh...oooooooooooh...Huuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaa...Mmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaa...auuuuuauauauaugh!" she wailed as she no doubt felt my intrusion searching for the deepest parts of her to pleasure.

SMACK!

"AAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!"

Diane threw her head back as I raised my hand and brought it down over her ass. "I'm glad you're feeling my cock stir up your cunt, Diane. However, you're still getting punished after all. I'd better still get a correct count after this," I said.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

CRACK!

SLAP!

SLAP!

BAM!

"HAAAAAAAAAAA...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH...UU-U-U-UGGGGGGGGGGGGH!"

I felt a warm heat rush over my cock as I realized Diane had just had another orgasm. The muscles of her trained body clung to me expertly, but it was the sleek stretches of her open cavity that made me feel like I was being coiled up in a tight blanket.

Seconds, minutes, hours, I was lost to the measurements of time as I continued to fuck Diane for all she was worth. Unfortunately, my time came as, between our fucking and her spanking, the stimulation within my cock had been too much for me. I could only grab her hips and growl. My hand was getting kind of tired from the repeated hits.

"F-F-FUUUUUCK, I'm gonna cum inside you! I'm gonna flood your opening womb with my offspring! To see the great Diane Burnwood swell with the stomach be a dream as glorious as the sea is wide!" I warned.

Instead of opposing, I felt Diane's pussy take me further in as she had already been lost and subdued to my desires and her lust. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I shouted as I felt the cum fire out of my cock like a water hose. My hips locked as thick ropes of potent sperm flooded her womb.

I felt her cunt clench once again. No doubt the thought of her getting bred by a common street punk was enough to make her cum a third time. I held onto her for about a minute or so before I pulled out. Clearly my cock wasn't done because three more spurts of cum landed on her ass while I fell back.

We both panted on the floor as we basked in the afterglow of the amazing fuck we had just shared. I released the rope of water back into the sea and untied Diane's arms. They fell down with a thud while she tried to catch her breath.

Once our breaths were steadied, I was the first to get up. I surveyed my work.

Diane looked absolutely beautiful. Her body was sprawled over my floor like some tattered rug. Her body was covered in sweat and glistened beneath the light of my dimming candle.

I brushed a piece of hair from her face and kissed her cheek. "Well? How many hits was that, Burnwood? I'm waiting," I said.

I heard her tired, but oddly satisfied breaths before she spoke. "S-S-S-Sixty-five, sir!' She replied.

Hmmm, how unfortunate for me that she was correct. Oh well.

"Very good. Now, for a good girl who did such a good job, I have a reward for ya," I said.

When she looked up, I showed her the glistening paddle filled with her sticky juices just waiting to be licked off. "Good girls...get to lick the paddle," I said.

Diane stared at the paddle like it was some kind of divine artifact. She leaned up until she was on her knees and I held it to her lips. Her tongue stuck out and she licked the paddle clean, taking all of her juices into her mouth and swallowing them like a fine beverage. Once that was done, all of the strength must have left her because she fell back to the floor.

I shook my head. I picked her up and then placed her on my bed. I figured Liara wouldn't mind too badly if her guard wasn't present until tomorrow. Anyway, I blew out my candle and climbed into bed. Whether because she was tired, or because she hadn't regained her senses, Diane leaned her head on my chest as I covered our bodies with the sheets.

The ship soon found itself silent as everyone began to slumber.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was not morning. I must have only slept for one or two hours. I could hear someone walking on the Main Deck by the pattern of footsteps on creaking wood.

I reached over and grabbed a pitcher of water. I filled my dry throat and slowly eased my way out of the bed. The wood was cold, but I didn't mind. I was curious as to who would be up at a time like this. I didn't bother with a shirt. I just grabbed my pants and my coat. I then opened my door and walked outside.

I was surprised to see Ellen standing off the port side bow, her figure leaning against the wooden railing.

Sothshore must not have noticed my appearance because she didn't turn around to greet me. Instead, she continued to stare out into the open sea. More specifically, the sea and the moon.

No doubt my steps were heard now because she turned to me. I took a place next to her. "Does the lovely Sothshore contemplate the will of the world?" I asked. She grunted.

"I'll leave that to the scholar shits that bury their noses in tomes an texts. I don't need philosophy in my life," she said.

I chuckled. "Only gold and coin?" I asked.

She frowned. "If the world needs so much of it, then take it all because then the world needs you. Anyway, what do you want? Don't tell me you actually subdued that bitch Burnwood?" she asked.

I don't know why that question made me laugh, but the sounds of joy rolled off my tongue and over the side of the ship. "There is a cold puddle of wine dripped on my floor if you wish to find out," I replied.

I watched Ellen blush and turn her head away. "I'll pass," she grunted. She then shivered when I took her into my arms. I rested my head on her shoulder while she proceeded to glare at me.

"Am I gonna have to make you?" I asked slowly, my hands rubbing up and down her curves as I did so.

"You really are a horny bastard," she breathed out without much fire in her voice.

I smiled. "Well, there is one thing you can do if you do not wish to partake of it," I told her. She eyed me warily, but that didn't stop me from tickling her skin with soft rubs.

"And what would that be?" She asked.

Once she asked that, I stopped my movements. She looked at me curiously before I grabbed her hands and guided her to the center of the ship. "Simple. Though I was dragged into it as well, I missed one person to share the joys of a dance with. You shall help me rectify that," I answered.

Ellen looked at me like she had never seen me before in her life. She looked mightily uncomfortable as we stood there. "I ain't some lass of the high noble courts. I...don't dance," she said.

I rubbed her cheek and my finger grazed her eyepatch. "You do now," I said as I took her in my arms. There was no music to sway us to so we just settled for an awkward movement back and forth.

Over the seas, the first trial behind us, I danced with one of the most dangerous women in the entire world of D'orn.