by Rhys Thomas
“What the heck?” I frowned and looked at the others. “It was still light, barely midday when we left Farland.”
“It is strange,” Ilya commented, “But I’m too tired to even question anything anymore.”
The Naiad was still anchored where we left it, I heard calls and shouts come from the ship on our approach. I looked to the women and saw the relieved look’s they shot each other and me. “Well, they’re here at least,” I said to Ilya. I flexed my legs as I eased back on the oars, the cramped space doing hell on my body as it forced me to locked up where I wanted to stretch.
We came alongside the Naiad in short time, men hoisting down ropes as Ilya, Shre and myself got to work tying them to the anchoring points on the jollyboat’s brim. Then we climbed the mesh on the side of the ship and moved aboard.
I saw Thiomin help Shre and Emilia up, “welcome back. It’s good to see you made it, we were starting to worry when we saw the slave galley and a frigate heading further north a day or so ago,” Thiomin said to Ilya and I.
We exchanged a look, “we saw no signs of the slavers. Though we’ve heard a tale or so about what they’re doing,” Ilya said as Captain Grimsley walked over to us.
“It’s good to see you’re all in fine health,” the captain noted, and gave me a nod. “Go bunk up and rest, your quarters are still your own so you know where to go.” Captain looked at all of us, “I’m sorry to cut the pleasantries short, but I’d rather be under way before that frigate decides to test the waters.” He nodded to Thiomin and then walked away.
“Go an’ rest. We’ll eat and we’ll talk later.” The man walked away shouting orders at the strong men to hoist so and so, I was in the mood for some sleep, so I didn’t bother to pay much attention to anything on the deck as we made our for our quarters.
The sleeping arrangement proved rather stiff and stuffy, namely because a certain dryad begged to share the same cot as her master, but I made her keep her small clothes on. Then at some point in the night Ilya’s leg and arm were wrapped around my thighs and chest. Emilia slept with her glowing flower bud, yes, the damn thing lit the room like a cloudless night sky. Casting swirling galaxies in the tightly confined space.
The warmth of the women’s proximity lulled me into a peaceful slumber. That was till the nightmare came and I awoke again later. My body slick with sweat, the small barrel shaped window casting the pale moon light into the room. I panted softly, trying to slow my racing heart so I drew myself inwards seeking the clam stillness of my delve.
The slosh of water lipping against the ship as we slowly sailed; helped to ease my beating pulse. After a few minutes I withdrew; but the kept the connection active. The room instantly brightened by a few degrees and I cast a look around, Emilia still curled protectively around her flower. Ilya leg no longer nuzzled my cock, but her arm was still draped over me, her bare breasts touching against my arm and my chest as her head rested on my shoulder.
I had missed intimacy greatly, Ariana shared something with me, but there was boundary between us, and it was one I didn’t recognise or know how to field. Marisa didn’t exactly have her human form, so she was out for the time being. This right now though warmed me greatly. To feel the heated embrace of another person, the electric tingle as I dragged my fingertips down the flank of Shre’s cool body, hearing her purr with delight. “Sleepy,” the dryad grumbled playfully.
“Ssshhh, you’ll wake the others,” I chided her. Her head tilted on my chest; her eyes still closed as her luscious rose-pink lips pouted. I leaned down careful not to disturb Ilya and pressed a tender kissed to Shres’ lips. They parted as her tongue snaked out to lap along and then wormed it’s way inside my mouth as I moulded my lips to hers.
Our embrace lasted for several seconds, and when we parted, and I felt my cock stiffen as Ilya’s knee came up just enough to rub against the head. I bit Shre’s tongue playfully to stop myself from flexing my dick. She pulled away, a delighted smile on her face, her eyebrow uncurling further than the other in a questioning gesture.
She ran her hand down my chest, smoothed over my well-defined abdominals, her hand then sheathed themselves under the cover to gently pry my growing cock away from Ilya sleepy ministrations.
I drew in a breath as her thumb brushed the tip, her cool palm sliding down my shaft. Then cupping my balls needing them in a soft and gentle roll. I stilled when Ilya shifted at my side, her upper body partly covering my chest now. Both of her firm breasts pressing against me.
I had to clench my hands into fists to stop myself from groping her. Shre slithered down me, a mischievous grin spread across her face. “Shre!” I hissed in a whisper, then quieted when Ilya mumbled in her sleep. Something wet and firm pressed along my shaft and then trailed up to the tip.
I let out an uncontrolled groan as Shre swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, her eyes intense with that inner light focused entirely on me as I watched her take me in her mouth. Every pass and couple of laps of her tongue around my cock, she would glance at Ilya.
The fact that the dark elf was so close by, intensified the passion and lust rising within me. So, when Shre took me completely into her velvety hot mouth, I gave an involuntarily spasm and gripped the dark elf’s ass.
It was a strange sensation as Shre tongue was cool, yet her the back of her throat was washed in heat. Then movement caught my eye, and a dark ashen grey hand reached out to push on the top of Shre’s head making her take more of my shaft into her throat. I had to clench my entire being, at the heat radiating from Shre as she swallowed me down to the base. I looked to Ilya in my impassioned haze and she gazed back at me with the same excitement. Her breath coming hot against my chest and neck as she fingered herself while forcing the dryad to choke on me. I noticed the tips of two fanged teeth poking out just beneath the dark elf’s upper lips and the pale moonlight reflected off them.
I leaned over, my grip on her ass tightening to what I thought would be painful, but the Mælic Redeye just moaned even deeper. We kissed and the contrast of her cool lips and Shre warmth boggled my senses. Her skin was silk and yet taut and firm with muscle underneath, her mouth cold and her teeth almost painfully sharp as my tongue skidded against them as we deepen our kiss.
She started to let out startled breathy gasps and moans, that she tried to stifle by biting her bottom lip. Ilya erupted with sounds like that of a hiccup and I could feel the wetness of her heat against my body, as she rub her clit violently against my leg as pumped her fingers with a constant wet shlick, shlick, shlick.
I decided to be bold and gave her ass a quick slap that rebounded off the room’s wall sharply. Ilya gasped her eyes rocking back ever-so-slightly as she convulsed through her orgasm.
Meanwhile Shre had suckled me to the near point of filling her mouth, but once Ilya came, her juices slapping wetly against my thigh and leg. She released her grip on the dryad’s head, and Shre came up for air like a drowning swimmer breaching the surface. Spittle stringed between her and my cock, and Shre spat on it, running her hand tentatively up my shaft to roll over the sensitive head. “Do you want me, Master?” Shre purred. Her eyes still gleaming that faint glowing green in the darkness, that now reminded me of my runes.
“God’s yes I want you,” I said with a shuddered. “Always,” I added afterwards.
“Good,” with a simple note of triumph. Shre stood twirling around and scooted backwards till she ran her slick sex over my shaft. She had to rock her hips back even further as my cock strained against being moved.
The instant I felt her feelers slide out of her pussy and along my shaft, I felt myself already tipping close to oblivion. “Oh wow,” Ilya breathed into my neck as she pinched my nipple and squirmed against me. Then Shre and I, as her feeler pussy brought my cock under her and positioned me at her lips and entrance.
Then in a quick slamming bounce, Shre slide my cock into her depth’s and the contact made me grunt in immense pleasure as hundreds of feelers worked like mouths, sucking and lickin
g along my shaft. “Fuck!” I called out loudly, then a hand clamped over my mouth, Ilya’s.
“Does it feel good?” she asked me as Shre rolled her hips, bringing my cock sliding out till the head was the only thing nestled within. Then she slid back down slowly, her sex gripping me like a fleshy vice. I only lasted four more of these, till my consciousness started to fade away. A sharp slap to my face spun me to Ilya and the dark elf grin then looked to Shres bouncing ass as the dryad used me for her own pleasure.
I think I had already spilled myself inside her, but her body had a way of keeping me hard and invigorated. Taking me deep in a smooth delirious slide and yet I felt her pulling me further in, taking even more of me and I strained to follow her. To blunder her depth’s and bring her true pleasure, true freedom, but I wasn’t there yet.
I bucked my hips up to meet her trust and she moan appreciatively. “You didn’t answer me, Alaric,” Ilya said her tongue flicked out and running along the corner of my mouth.
I half turned into her, “What?” I asked my mind foggy with sexual delirium.
“Does Shre, feel good?” she asked me and all I could do was nod, Shre rose herself up and got her feet under her wobbly and leaned back all the way till she lay backwards atop of me. Her legs squeezed tightly shut, her round plump ass against my pubic bone.
Her head coming down, to rest next to Ilya’s, her wild emerald green mane of hair cascading down the side of my chest to hover above the ships floors. I reached around Shre as the dryad and dark elf stared lustily at each other, like carnal predatory animal’s in contest of a mate.
I wasn’t sure why; but the thought made me swell further and Shre gasped a moan as my cock twitched inside her. The dark elf darted forward and claimed the dryad’s mouth and started to hungrily assault the whimpering rose-pink mouth as I groped Shres full breasts feeling her nipple harden as I teased and pinched them.
Then I gave Ilya ass another firm slap, that elicited her a response, which was to snake her hand over to Shres clit and began to massage it, flicking her thumb across the sensitive nub.
Clenching up, I tensed as Shre’s orgasm made her feeler’s frantic with need and the hundreds of the little appendages lathered my cock, her squelching sex clenching me and rubbing me down rather vigorously till I came deep inside her once again.
My seed spilling out to fill the dryad.
~*~*~*~
Sometime later, when we were all spent, and I eventually passed out; either from sexual bliss or dehydration. I woke up to a knock on the door of our quarters, I groaned as I sat up and had to shake the fuzz off, my mind still in the haze of sex. I imagined the room rather stunk of it though I obviously couldn’t tell. “Never can smell your own stew,” I grumbled answering the door. “Sir. The captain said to inform you, that you’ll be dining in his quarter’s in the next 2 marks of the candle,” a scruffy man said.
“Thank you. Tell the Captain, the ladies and I will wash and change then meet with him,” I told the man. He gave a nod and a wink and made off down the corridor. Shutting the door, I turned back to my sleeping companions. Emilia still remained how she pretty much fell asleep. Whereas now Shre and Ilya held other in the middle cot, the former spooning the latter. The contrast of light green and dark ashen grey skin made me tingle with excitement but then I yawned feeling tired.
I looked to the window and saw that we were very much into the late hours now, the weakness must’ve already crept in making me feel drained, but not as much as before. That or it was the sex. Tiptoeing around the tight cabin I got on my clothes and boots and washed up. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked worn, was the only way I could describe it.
My eyes were hard grey blues with the golden half rings circling them and a frown seemed to be my fixed expression when I relaxed my features. My dark hair had grown out from the stubble, now long and sweeping back to hang around my ears. It was a touch greasy and unwashed, just looking at it made me want to itch and scratch all over. “It couldn’t have grown that quickly,” I mumbled looking at reflection.
How much time had passed since I arrived on Viria, had it been only a few weeks or was it more of a month. It was hard to tell.
The sides of my head though caught my attention, as they seemed to be a bleached silvery grey reminding me of Reed Richards from the Fantastic Four. I traced the silvery grey hairs finding them to be soft and light as silk at my touch. “Okay. This is odd,” I murmured. But I had no answers for why I looked the way I did. My beard had grown considerably over the past few- whatever’s
My facial hair was now a couple of inches long, it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, so I thought about sticking with the beard and maybe having one the girls stylise it for me.
I looked down from my weathered and strained face to my hands, it seemed that no matter how much I wiped at the stains, they remained there, seemingly dirty. I thought of everything I had done and felt unclean, that mere thought seeded in my heart and for once I wished I was home. Where ever that may be.
Light green arms encircled my chest from behind, “you seemed to be somewhere else just then, Master,” Shre noted quietly. I thought to laugh her comment off or dismiss it as I would usually do when people were concerned for me back on Earth.
“Just an idle, my dear. I’ve been feeling strange,” I said quietly, deciding that I had to be honest with some people. “Like I’m changing. No, not changing, mixing maybe?” I shook my head trying to find the words. Shre remained quiet behind me and I leaned back into her embrace, “I’m missing something, and I feel like I’m trying to catch water vapour.”
“You’re worried that you’re changing?” she asked me curiously.
I nodded but then shook my head, “yes and no. It’s hard to explain, but I feel like I’m different than I was yesterday, but that the change is alright. That it’s okay to be different.”
“You are different than you were yesterday, my Master. You didn’t have me bound to you before yesterday, you didn’t even know who you were before yesterday.”
“That’s just it Shre,” I said with a quiet sigh. “A part of me expected to feel utterly different, to gain some form of vast knowledge or... I don’t know. I still don’t fully know who I am. Rokkaia…” The name felt warm on my lips, and I savoured the sound of it. I wanted to whisper the name in a quiet room and fill it with that sound. “Rokkaia is just a name, but when I think of going by that name again. I feel both dread and confusion that excitement. Like It’s something I’m not ready for yet,” I told the dryad. I wasn’t even sure if I was making sense, had I actually considered taking up the name. I shook my head and patted Shre’s arms lightly to release me.
Turning I gave the dryad a soft passionate kiss and rubbed my thumb over her bare nipple. “Thank you Shre, for hearing my rambling,” I told her.
She smiled brightly, “are we to meet the captain soon?” Shre asked and I nodded, “I’ll wake the others.’”
“Wait a minute,” I hissed for her stop. She looked at me and I continued, “Emilia’s flower bud, when will it– bloom?” I asked uncertain of how to phrase it.
She looked to the sleeping form of Emilia, her flower bud emitting the strange dusty motes of light. “A few days yet, why?”
“Is it safe?” I asked her and she chuckled slightly.
“It is her soul, Alaric,” Shre said and sound of my name from her lips made me smile. “I think we’ll be as safe as we were with Emilia,” with that the dryad went about waking everyone up.
I decided to warp my armour away and opted for just clothing, “are we allowed to wear weapon’s for the meal?” I asked Ilya as she stretched. The athletic body drawing my eyes to her mellowed breast’s and then down to the barest hint of her slit. “Damn...” I mumbled softly to myself as I admired her figure.
“Not unless you have a knife or dagger, the captain may wear a pistol or a cutlass, but guests’ must always go minimally armed or not at all. It’s usually like that everywhere, I’m surprised no one�
��s tried to kill you yet.”
“You’d be surprised,” I noted dryly. Ilya grinned and then leaned over to me and pressed a kiss to my cheek, a display of affection, I thought I would never see from her.
People really do Love hard and fast here, if what I had with any of women was love at all and not the simple case of the comfort of a warm body. She patted my shoulder as she rose and got off the bed.
Emilia still lay asleep and I was about to nudge her cot with my foot when Shre stopped me, “Emi need’s rest. The separation is like an exhilarating drop off a hundred-foot waterfall, it’s exciting and terrifying at the same time. But now she’s hit the water and need to swims up for air. Let her rest,” Shre said softly.
We left the cabin some 20 or so minutes later. Ilya wore her customary leather armour, though she went without the steel armour pieces and hood. Shre simply weaved her hands over her small clothes and I watched as the vines, leaves, petals and twigs extended and shaped her outfit to something of a cross between a corset and a one-piece swimsuit. I simply wore my Glen gifted clothing, the black and dark green ensemble. I looked to the cuff on my right sleeve and saw vines interwoven with the fabric, giving the end a leafy green texture and colour.
We made way onto the deck and set about waiting patiently, both Ilya and Shre leaned against one another as I stared out at the open water. The man who had knock at our door to deliver the message of captain’s summons came by us on the deck. “Captain Grimsley will see you now sir, ladies,” the man gave the women a nod and me a surreptitious wink as he walked on and then waited for us to follow.
I waved Shre and Ilya ahead of me and moved to follow our guide to the Captain’s cabin. As we made way to the to the captains quarters, the corridors became more decorative.
Paintings and murals opposed the walls on either side of us, one depicted a great wave swarming over a lone ship. The roiling dark clouds above alight as lightning forked into the wave illuminating a sea giant. It’s bulbous fish head and gills formed around the neck like fatty wrinkles, it’s belly rounded, and sagging, thin arms and legs lined in sleek pinkish-purple fins were spread wide as if to encapsulate the ship.