by Dante King
“And I want to thank you for helping me through this difficult time, after being excommunicated,” Elyse said. “I think I know exactly what’s involved in this energy exchange Friya is talking about. And if neither of you mind, I would dearly love to be part of it. I’ve never, you know, been intimate with a woman. It’s a taboo in the Church of Light, of course, but well, we know where those rules were coming from. It’s clear to me now that such taboos deserve only to be broken.”
A blond sandwich was exactly what I needed to satiate the hunger growling in my loins.
“What do you think, Friya? Can you share some of my energy with Elyse?”
Friya looked Elyse up and down, and the lustful gleam in her eyes only grew brighter.
“Your energy is more than enough for both of us, Vance,” Friya said. “And I’ve always enjoyed the intimate company of women just as much as I enjoy the intimate company of men. I’d be happy to teach the former cleric about the joys of the forbidden fruit.”
“Let’s go to my cabin then,” I said as I took each woman by the hand.
Chapter Eighteen
Once we were inside my cabin, I locked the door behind us, just in case Drok or someone else decided it would be a good idea to barge in unannounced. This cabin was one of the few on any of the warships that had a dressing room with a shower attached to it. Hot water, gently heated in a copper barrel above the shower by a slow-burning oil lamp, was available on demand; this truly was a suite fit for a king. For once, I could appreciate the former commander’s taste in opulence. Knowing that I’d be sweaty after the battle, I’d lit the lamp, and by now the water was good and hot.
“Why don’t we all get squeaky clean before we get dirty,” I said to the pair of them.
“I think that’s a splendid idea,” Elyse said.
I’d never seen her so exuberant and unreserved; her excommunication was working out pretty well for her.
“I do miss my hot spring back home,” Friya said. “A hot shower will be most excellent right now.”
“What are we waiting for?” I stripped off my light assassin’s armor and clothes.
Elyse, who’d been wearing her magic golden plate armor during the battle, was now only clad in a skimpy white dress. Friya was wearing her wolfskin Cloak of Changing around her shoulders, a gray tunic and brown leggings with bearskin boots underneath. She slipped the cloak from her shoulders and began to remove the rest of her clothing, while Elyse simply pulled a string on her dress. The dress fell to the floor, and she stood there nude, smiling without a trace of shyness on her beautiful oval face.
Friya stared at Elyse’s angelical form with just as much appreciation in her eyes as there was in mine.
“It is not a sin for two women to engage in carnal acts, Elyse,” Friya said as she slipped her tunic off, exposing her tattooed torso, with her massive round breasts giving a pleasing bounce when they were freed. “The real sin was the Church of Light making you think something so natural and wonderful was something to be left to devils.”
Friya removed her leggings, and now we were all naked. I took a few moments to marvel at the glorious sight before me. Two blonds, busty and beautiful. One with white-blond hair, the other one more sandy, with streaks of lighter and darker browns highlighting her hair.
Friya’s tattooed figure was more voluptuous, with bigger breasts and more pronounced hips, and she was a little taller and more strongly built than Elyse, with a more solid line to the curve of her jaw. Elyse was by no means girlish in terms of her figure; her perky breasts were large and perfectly shaped, pink nipples swollen with arousal. Friya’s, also stiffening with excitement, were more of a peach tone. Friya’s white-blond hair shimmered like a curtain of raining metal around her shoulders, straight and sleek and soft, while Elyse’s wavy hair tumbled around her subtle shoulders. The slimness of Elyse’s waist accentuated the gentle curve of her hips and the firm roundness of her ass. Friya was more voluptuous in these two areas, and her thighs and calves were more muscular. Elyse’s long legs were those of a regal oil painting while Friya’s were more those of a sprinter. A telltale wetness glistened around the opening of each woman’s slit.
Needless to say, my cock had already sprung into action. It throbbed with excited heat, and the women’s hungry eyes—Elyse’s big and blue and almost girlish, beneath attractively arched brows, and Friya’s deep-set and piercing with strong, dark eyebrows—were pulled to the sight of my erect member as if by an irresistible magnetic force.
“Why don’t we get a little wetter,” I said.
There was more than enough room for all three of us in the shower. When we stepped inside and I turned on the hot water, the two women giggled with delight as the warm water sprayed their naked bodies.
I lathered up both their beautiful forms, my cock getting almost painfully hard as I soaped up their tits and asses, then slid my soapy fingers down between their thighs. They washed my cock, giving it some playful strokes and giggling as we washed each other’s bodies.
When we were satisfied with our cleanliness—and getting dangerously satisfied with just standing there and pretending to wash parts of each other that were already beyond clean—we finally managed to dry and find the bed.
“May I have the first kiss with Elyse?” Friya asked. “It’s always so fun to have another woman for her first time.”
“Go right ahead,” I said.
They sat on the bed and slid-crawled over to the headboard side, which was filled with cushions, all the while holding me by the hand. They exchanged glances, already subtly pouting at each other across the bed. My head filled with heat as they stuck their asses high up in the air, spreading right by my face for just a moment right before they twisted around and dropped into the cushions. I sat right before them, watching them press their lips and their nude bodies together.
Elyse gasped and moaned softly into Friya’s mouth as their tongues swirled and licked and explored, and I could quite easily have just sat and watched for a while without participating. Friya ran her fingers through Elyse’s wavy blond mane as they kissed, and Elyse slipped one arm around Friya’s waist and started feeling up the other woman’s big ass.
Friya shuddered with pleasure at Elyse’s exploratory touches and reached over to me. Her hand gripped my thick shaft and tugged on it to pull me closer. Pressed up against the two women, I reached down and grabbed a handful of ass in each of my hands. Elyse’s, round and firm in my right, and Friya’s, larger and more generous but equally pleasing to the touch in my left. It was a bit like watching an angel and a devil make out, Elyse’s unmarked body pressed up against Friya’s fully tattooed form, their breasts mashing together and their silky bellies pressed close as they tasted each other with a ravenous hunger.
As I massaged their asses, alternating between generous squeezes and a few sharp slaps, they each circled a hand around my cock, taking turns to slowly stroke up and down its length. They sank slowly to their knees, resuming their kissing. Between sucking each other’s tongues and open mouths, they took turns to suck on the head of my prick, or swirl their tongues around my shaft, or lick teasingly on my balls.
I reached down and grabbed a fistful of each woman’s hair, appreciating the slightly different textures of each. When each took a turn to swallow the head of my dick, I pulled their faces with a little playful force, each woman brought to the point of gagging. It was clear they enjoyed it, giving little shrieks and hungry gasps when they pulled their heads back, and squeezing my ass playfully with their nails.
While Elyse was bobbing her pretty face up and down, her mouth stretched wide and filled with my girth, Friya sucked one of Elyse’s nipples. She reached down to Elyse’s dripping wet sex. Elyse gazed up at me with those big blue eyes, holding my attention, but she couldn’t hold it for long. Friya’s deft fingertips caused her to close her eyes in blissful rapture, her long, drawn-out moan muffled by the head of my cock in her mouth.
Friya lay on her back and Elyse, all the whi
le facing me, lowered herself onto the other woman’s eager mouth. I stood straddling Friya’s hips, Elyse’s lovely face at waist level.
“Ohhhh, by the Lord of Light!” Elyse gasped as Friya started to flick the tip of her tongue across her sex. She arched her back and closed her eyes, gripping her own breasts tightly as Friya consumed her.
Panting hard and gasping, Elyse opened her eyes, her mouth hanging half open. She reached up, tossed her hair back, and grabbed my cock. Then, she started bobbing her head up and down on it while delivering eager strokes along my long shaft with both hands.
“Oh by the Lord of Light, this. . . this feels too good to be sinful,” Elyse moaned.
She started grinding her hips and riding Friya’s mouth, then reached down with one of her hands to play with Friya’s opening. Friya shuddered madly in response, and soon enough, both women were approaching orgasm. Elyse’s focus was my cock, and regardless of how close her orgasm was to exploding through her body, she kept up her greedy devouring of my member.
Elyse reached up and gripped my shaft with one hand as the orgasm tore through her, clamping her mouth onto my prick and almost forcing it into her throat to stifle the powerful scream of ecstasy that erupted from her deepest core. I could feel the vibrations running along the length of me, along the length of her throat and mouth. She writhed and shuddered. Then, just as her orgasm was fading, her persistent, rhythmic rubbing of Friya’s sex brought the other woman to climax. Frya popped her head free of Elyse’s slit and released a sustained cry of sheer bliss.
“Take me, Vance,” Elyse gasped as she stared up at me. “I need you inside me.”
“I need it too!” Friya moaned, still riding the waves of ecstasy.
“That sounds like a great idea,” I said.
“But who are you going to fuck?” Friya asked.
“Both of you,” I answered.
I turned Elyse around so that she was sitting astride Friya’s hips, sex to sex, then gripped her hair and lowered her head down toward Friya’s face. She took the hint and clamped her lips onto Friya’s mouth, and the two of them kissed. I knelt down and gripped Elyse’s narrow waist and lifted it up, so that her ass was in the air and I could thrust from behind. I then spread Friya’s legs so she was within thrusting distance, too.
Ah, choices, choices. Which beautiful opening would I pulverize first? I’d had both of them, and both were equally sublime. It was like trying to pick between my favorite types of ale.
Elyse was so recently excommunicated, so I figured she deserved me first. As I slipped the head in and started feeding my generous girth slowly inside of her, she broke off her kiss with Friya and tossed her hair back to cry out.
“I love it when you stretch me out, Vance,” she moaned.
Friya reached up, grabbed a fistful of Elyse’s hair, pulled their faces together again. Thrusting ever deeper, I smiled as Friya reached up with her free hand to start rubbing Elyse’s sex. Elyse’s sex gripped me with delectable firmness, but she was so aroused by being sandwiched between Friya and that she was soon wetter than I’d ever felt her, and it quickly became quite easy to fuck her with an almost frenetic fury.
Elyse hurtled over the edge of another screaming orgasm. After she finished writhing and shuddering, I slipped out of her, rolled her off Friya, then started drilling the Wise Woman, slamming her hard and deep. She’d been very ready for me for a while, that much was clear. The sight of her breasts bouncing vigorously with each furious stroke, combined with her firm grip, began to bring on my own orgasm.
Elyse, still shivering and gasping, lay next to Friya. Her eyes were glazed over, caught in a rapture, as she massaged Friya’s folds. It didn’t take long for Friya to reach her second orgasm, and when it came it was a furious release.
Finally my turn came, and I pulled my member free from Friya’s tight hold.
“On your knees, ladies,” I commanded them.
Friya immediately scrambled eagerly to her knees, Elyse racing beneath my cock like a moth to a flame. Both blondes opened their mouths and stuck their tongues out to receive my energy. I blasted my first glob into Friya’s mouth, then shot a thick rope of seed across Elyse’s eager tongue. They took turns sucking me dry before the pair kissed again and finally swallowed.
We all flopped down on the bed, with Friya cuddling up to my right side and Elyse to my left.
“My lord,” Elyse whispered into my ear, “that was a positively divine experience, one I hope to repeat far sooner than later.”
Friya sighed. “It was pleasure beyond anything I could ever have imagined.”
The women drifted off to sleep, wallowing in the blissful afterglow of the experience. I just lay there for a while, appreciating their presence and the fun we’d just had. I didn’t need to sleep anymore, but sometimes a short nap was good just for old time’s sake. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off for a time.
I woke a couple minutes later, had another shower, then quietly got dressed, leaving the two women in the bed to sleep. I sought out Rollar and Drok, and called Percy and the few pirates who were on this ship. We had a few ales and mugs of rum while Percy and his pirates and me and the barbarians exchanged stories of fights, skirmishes, and battles.
By the time we were done, night had fallen. My companions and the pirates staggered off to their cabins, quite drunk. Alcohol didn’t hit me nearly as hard as it hit mortals, and I could drink a fair bit before becoming inebriated, so I was still feeling fine. I took a walk up on deck to practice navigating by the stars.
I’d been there for a while, in the pleasant silence of the night and with only the company of moonlight, when I saw it. At the far end of the ship—a figure, standing in the shadows. It wasn’t one of my party members, and it didn’t look like a pirate either.
“Hey!” I cocked my wrist crossbow and took aim at the figure with my right hand, while quietly drawing Grave Oath with my left.
The figure slowly stepped out from the shadows into the moonlight, revealing himself. He was dressed in shimmering silken crimson and black robes in the Yengish style. Half his face was still cloaked in shadow, but I could already see he was an elderly Yengish man, with long, snow-white hair hanging loose around his bent shoulders. A white mustache hung from the sides of his downturned mouth like two rats’ tails. His small, black eyes sat in thick, baggy lids, and the wrinkled flesh of his claw-like hands was covered with liver spots. In these bony hands he gripped a long staff, made of something resembling obsidian.
“So, the God of Death comes to Yeng,” he said, the ends of his mouth curving into a mocking sneer. “I would bid you welcome, Vance Chauzec, but your presence is neither wanted nor needed in my land.”
“Who are you?” I asked.
He chuckled slowly, and the sounds that came from his mouth were more like the strangled grunts of a dying goat than laughter.
“You know who I am. You’ve heard all the tales about me, no doubt, me and the Spirit of Prosperity.”
“Ah, I thought it was you. The famous Warlock of Yeng in the flesh, on my warship. You’re even uglier than I imagined, and I’d wager every gold coin I own that it wouldn’t take more than a stiff breeze to snap your bony old ass in half.”
Again he attempted to laugh, this time sounding more like a chicken that was being throttled.
“Appearances can be deceiving, Vance Chauzec. What separates the cheap street trickster from the master magician? The art of illusion. Your Church of Light enemies have underestimated you many times, and the wreckage of their fifty-strong fleet now lies at the bottom of the ocean. Do not make the same mistake with me. You cannot begin to imagine the extent of the powers I wield. I have come to bring peace and plenty to the world—but that peace can only come about when every last god has been destroyed. Thus, I offer you a choice: surrender your divinity to me, and live out the rest of your life in boundless luxury and wealth as a mortal man … or refuse my offer, and die screaming in agony, along with the rest of your wretched
followers.”
“Hmm, let me think about that,” I said, taking aim at his throat with the wrist crossbow. “How do I go about ‘giving my divinity to you,’ as you put it?”
“Oh, it will be quite a painless procedure. You have nothing to worry about. Just give it up, abandon your foolish quest, and turn your ship around back to Prand. As many of my followers have happily discovered, I always keep my promises. Their gold was returned to them a hundredfold. And if you give me your divinity, your wealth will be boundless, I promise you that.”
“See, here’s the thing, Warlock. I already have more gold than I know what to do with. I’m Lord of Brakith, which is a wealthy city, and I have hordes of devotees in a growing religion. I’m also kinda attached to this whole divinity thing, you know? It’s damn cool being the God of Death, I won’t lie.”
The Warlock’s smile morphed into an angry scowl. “You dare to mock me, you puny insect?”
“Oh, I’m not just trying to mock you, dumbass. I’m trying to kill you.”
I squeezed the trigger on my wrist crossbow. The bolt was barely free from the rail when there was a flash of light and a puff of smoke. With that the Warlock was gone, and the crossbow bolt splashed into the ocean a few hundred yards away, having passed through nothing but smoke.
“Fool!” the Warlock’s voice echoed in the air. “You have chosen pain and suffering for yourself and everyone else in your cursed party. I will see you soon, Vance Chauzec. And when I do, I will wring your wretched soul from your body like water from a damp rag!”
There was a sudden howl of wind that roared all around the ship, but as quickly as it had come, it vanished. The Warlock was gone.
A strange scent entered my nostrils, like the coming of a storm. The hairs on the back of my neck stiffened, and I felt a sudden compulsion to flee.
Something was coming.
I dived across to one of the tower shields left on deck and plunged my spirit into the farthest depths of the ocean. I drew up every ounce of ancient Death energy I could and channeled it furiously into the shield. Just as I bolstered the shield with this Death magic, the air around me felt as if it was sizzling and crackling with sudden energy.