Damn! The next growl that erupted from me came from both my human and dragon throats. The entire ship rattled, and I rattled Haru into the wheel, pulling back and slamming hard into his ass.
“Oh! Omos!” he whimpered, his neck arching back, his eyes rolling upward. He strained, but to impale himself further.
Fuck! From abusive expletives to shaft wrenching cries of pleasure in mere seconds. I nearly shot my seed into him, the fire he put in me with his noise almost unendurable.
“Hold it in, you damned blight on Creation’s ass end!” he shouted.
“Fuck!” I shouted back and just punched into him again and again, turning curses into whimpers, into groans, until they became broken words of mixed adoration and indescribable insolence.
Ah, fuck. He was unholy and adorable, and I was going to own his ass until he screamed.
“Ah! Ah, gods! Unhhh!”
I felt it begin. As the head of my shaft lunged against the base of his manhood from the inside, as it leapt onward to impale him hard in his centre, I felt the scream coalesce. A breath held in, a small grunt, and then a wail that sounded as if I murdered him for real. His body clenched. His shaft jerked on his belly, and his seed came spurting out, hitting his upper torso, his chest, one hard squirt getting his chin when I ploughed into him at the same time. I moaned, caught the scent of his pleasure, almost went dizzy with bliss scenting it, and pumped my burden into his warmth.
I thought it couldn’t get any better, a coupling without a spiritual flight to grasp the ropes of Creation, but he twisted up to kiss me, and the scent of his seed lit into my nostrils all the stronger. I groaned into his mouth, then slid my lips down to his chin and licked at what I’d forced out of him. He issued another helpless noise, and I gave him my lips again, shared what I’d taken.
Where there had been violence and passion, suddenly there was only passion and love. I lowered one shoulder and then another to let his legs down, kissing him even then, and we sank down to the deck together. I knelt. He straddled me. It was the strangest orgasm. It was over, and yet it wasn’t. We stayed locked together like that for I can’t tell how long, but it seemed forever, and the pleasure just didn’t end. We flew, but we flew in the tight space of our entwined bodies.
Until Vaal slipped his chilled human avatar up to our sides and shocked me from the communion. He poked a black nail into my flank, and I straightened with a yelp.
“Vaal!” Haru protested.
“Get back up on the wheel,” he said to Haru, and before Haru could say anything caustic, kissed him hard, lunging forward and shoving me back at the same time. I got a face full of obsidian hair, a knock to my nose that smarted, and went sprawling on the deck.
“Black-hearted corruption from a mortal cesspit!” I spat, and struggled upright.
By then, Vaal had lifted Haru up against the wheel and was already fucking him hard. I stared at Vaal’s pounding backside and wondered why Haru hadn’t blasted him with irritation, annoyance, antagonism, frustration, or downright wrath. I would have. But Haru was making those helpless noises again. Creation blasted whore.
His hand moved off Vaal’s shoulder, and then I was in the water, choking and wondering how I’d gotten there.
Shouldn’t have called him a whore, Vaal whispered into my mind.
Oh, yes. I remembered. He’d blasted me with…a flick of peevish indignation.
Well, fuck.
I managed to get my head above water, and realized the full extent of Haru’s indignation. There wasn’t a sign of land anywhere. He’d knocked me leagues out into the ocean. I knew it was so, because I was at the top of a swell when I looked.
“Hell fucking damn it!” I cried. I went dragon and focused on my sense of his location and sailed the wind toward him. What had I done to deserve this, when Vaal had just eaten an island of people and been forgiven despite it?
I told you he’d get over it. He doesn’t hold grudges, idiot. He deals in the now.
Fuck you, too, I answered. Vaal’s attention evaporated, and I sailed on without his presence.
So I had to learn not to be a jealous fuck, basically, but that had been the first time I’d fucked Haru alone since…well, since ever. Vaal had been present during all the other sexual romps, except for the sessions and the one face fucking I’d had with Haru beforehand. But those hadn’t been real fucking. It hadn’t been polite of Vaal to interrupt my first private romp with Haru before I had finished.
If I would have finished. Now that I thought on it, I might never have finished.
Oh. Well. If I had been Vaal, I would have poked me in the flank to get me out of the way to fuck Haru again myself.
I almost knotted myself, wriggling in the sky laughing. The sun came out and hit me in the eyes just then, and Haru’s presence arrived with it, a vivid note of mirth that brightened everything more.
Is Vaal done already? I asked.
He couldn’t hold it in, Haru replied. He’d almost come just watching us. It took him less than a minute to finish.
Vaal had wasted all those helpless noises. What an idiot.
Haru’s mirth tickled in my head again, and I made another almost-knot of myself laughing with him.
Come back home, beautiful Omos, Haru called to me. I need. I need so badly.
I untangled myself at once and raced the clouds to reach him.
* * *
The rough water in the harbour kept us on the ship and away from the docks until early evening. By then, Vaal and I had taken turns pleasing Haru until he couldn’t whimper his pleasure further, only moan and threaten to pitch both of us back into the ocean with a blast of desperation. We took turns pacifying him, either kissing him lovingly on the lips, or adoring the hole we’d abused, licking at it with our tongues and sucking the soft ridges while he pleaded with us to let him rest.
Oh, how I adored making him so weary he could barely move, or cause a dire threat to become a reality.
We lay on our sides, Haru facing Vaal. I was having a turn at Haru’s hole again, while Vaal harried his bruised lips for more kisses, and at last the world saw fit to interrupt us. Or save Haru. It amounted to the same thing, really. Valerys came to the cabin door and called through.
“Haru! Haru! The storm has passed and a boat is rowing toward us. It looks like harbour officials.”
“Fuck, yes,” Haru groaned. He shoved feebly at Vaal. “Off! Ship’s business!”
“I have no contract with you,” Vaal said.
“Nor do I,” I murmured in Haru’s crevice. “There’s an echo in here.”
Vaal snickered, Haru slammed his fist on my head, and I grunted while laughing and trying to protect myself from more mistreatment. He found the energy to move his bottom away from me, but I shoved back toward him, and Vaal helped, circling his arm around Haru’s flank.
“Ah, gods! I hate gods!” Haru cried.
“Liar!” I said into his bum.
“I have ship’s business, pair of—”
Vaal kissed him again. I laughed and licked Haru’s soft hole.
“Mmmm!” Haru protested. His entire body jerked, and then I jerked, my tongue feeling as if a massive jellyfish had stung it.
“Unk!” I cried. “My tunk!” I sat up with my tongue hanging out. “Wadder! I need wadder!”
To Haru’s other side, Vaal sat up with his hair standing on end, and this was amazing, because his hair was long enough to touch his ass. Now it rippled to all sides of his head.
I suddenly had the image of myself with my hair in similar straits and reached up to feel my head. Yes. My hair spiked the air in a fuzzy halo.
“What was dat?” I asked.
“Uh…not sure,” Vaal answered, inching off the mattresses and onto wood. His hair at once dropped a span. I imitated him on my side, and the charge over my body dissipated slightly.
“Irritasson?” I asked. Damn. I couldn’t talk properly. I wiggled my tongue back and forth, trying to get the numbness out.
“Ah, fuck,
” Haru groaned. “How about a lightning fart let loose out of sheer exhaustion?”
I stared at him. Vaal stared at him. Valerys opened the door suddenly.
“I didn’t hear you fart,” she said. Her eyes widened looking at Vaal and then me. The door shut, and we heard her chortling all the way up to the hatch and onto deck.
At last, revenge for having nearly been eaten. She was going straight to the crew with this sorry tale.
“A lightning fart?” Vaal repeated. “Hell, Haru! You could have warned us.”
“Ah, fuck off.” He sat up half way, then fell back on the mattresses, groaning. “Heal me! One of you! Please! I have port officials coming to my ship. Don’t embarrass me.”
“You don’t need healing,” Vaal replied. “You just need rest.” He began to rise. “I’ll go eat him for you.”
“No! No! Vaal!” Haru bolted to a stand, and then I bolted to a stand to save him when he wobbled in my direction. Mistake. Big mistake. The discharge lit over both my arms and onto my chest, and threw me into the bunks on my side of the cabin.
“Ow! Ow! Damn it, Haru!” I cried, rubbing my skin with both palms to reduce the smarting burn.
“Sorry!” he wailed. “I can’t help it! You’ve loosened everything in me!” He fell onto his ass and groaned again, slumped forward in a dejected heap over his knees. His hair was fuzzy wherever the braid had loosened. It looked like a bushy, yellow-striped squirrel’s tail.
“Then shut your spiritual sphincter, boy!” I snarled. “Or the next shock will be from me!”
I couldn’t believe he giggled at me, but he did. “Spiritual sphincter,” he whispered and sniggered again. Then he slumped over onto his side and just lay there, moaning and giggling alternately.
“I think we broke him,” I said, eyeing him nervously.
“Shh, shh,” Vaal hushed me. “Let’s just leave him to rest.”
“No!” Haru whined.
“First mate can handle port officials as well as you, Haru. Rest!” Vaal ordered. He grabbed my kit off the hook and left the cabin with it.
“Hey! Those are mine!” I protested and went after Vaal, ignoring Haru, who issued a last feeble complaint that I ignored as I shut the door on him. He was going to rest no matter what, because I wanted him for later, as soon as his health permitted, of course.
Yes, I’m selfish. Very. But I loved him and needed him, and nothing, not port officials nor lightning farts would deter me from claiming my share of his affection.
Chapter Twelve
Vaal and I struggled over the kit to get first choice of clothes. Sparks and crackling arcs of energy created a tight aura around us until we desisted, and then we dressed quietly in the short corridor outside of Haru’s door, listening to him whimper, cringing inwardly whenever he did.
“We should have been more careful,” I whispered to Vaal.
“Shh. He can take it,” Vaal said, but winced when he heard Haru moan again.
“Are you sure he doesn’t need healing?” I asked.
“It’s not his body,” Vaal said. “It’s his spiritual sphincter.”
I stared. Vaal grinned. Haru’s laughter filtered through the door. I scowled and stomped away.
So it was only his spiritual sphincter. Fine. Let him suffer until he could squeeze it shut again. “Laughing at me for naming it right,” I grumbled.
Before I emerged from the hatch, I let the star lights fade from my hair, which had at last fallen to drape my shoulders again. I checked my arms for hints of immortality, rectified those that were apparent, and continued up.
The moment I stepped on deck, I froze in place and gaped like a common mortal at the strangers who had come on board. Vaal shoved up beside me and stared as well. It wasn’t that these humans were different from any other mortals we’d ever seen, but those odd metal rod contraptions slung over their uniformed backs mystified us.
I glanced back at Vaal, blinked in surprise to see him sporting a pair of perfectly human eyes, the irises simple brown, and then looked at the mortals again. “What the fuck are those?” I said.
“No idea,” Vaal answered.
It’s very rare that mortals can surprise a god, and this set had surprised a pair at once. We were suitably subdued as a result.
We stared, just stared while First Mate chatted in common speak with the leader of the delegation and offered pacifying gestures to apologize for Haru’s continued absence. The visitor began to show signs of irritation, and his men spread out as if readying to attack. Their hands reached for those strange metal rods they sported.
“Captain is unwell,” I called forth.
Even a god can feel a need for caution, and now was such a moment. I wanted to know what those things were before I perpetrated a bit of murder and mayhem—without, of course, eating anyone. I’d keep my pledge to Haru and avoid the consumption of mortals, but I hadn’t promised to desist with the culling of any I found to be a nuisance.
First mate glanced back at me, then at Vaal. Vaal nodded. First Mate stiffened his back and desisted with his efforts to appease the visitors, who had all frozen the moment I’d spoken.
“Captain is unwell,” First Mate repeated. “You’ll have to deal with me.”
“Do you have that authority?” the leader of the delegation said.
“Yes. I’ll pay the port charges. If you’ll tell me what they are…?”
“You’ll show us your cargo manifest first, and the ship’s log.”
First mate frowned and asked the reason for wanting the ship’s log.
“Inspection. We’re at war,” the leader answered. “We will not permit spies of Caralt to leave this port.”
“We aren’t spies,” First Mate replied. “We’re wayfarers. We’ve come around the globe to see the world.”
The visitor stared at First Mate a moment, fingering the wooden stock of his iron rod nervously. There were devices worked into the wood, bits of curved metal and a slotted area.
What the hell was that thing? If it was a weapon, it was the oddest one I’d ever seen. It would have made a better bludgeon with an iron end on a wooden rod. If it was a bludgeon.
“I’ll return with the ship’s log,” First Mate said. He backed a few steps. The visitor halted him.
“I’ll just go with you and give my regards to your captain,” he said.
“No, you will not,” First Mate replied. “Captain is unwell. The log will be brought to you. You can inspect it in the galley.”
The leader strode forward, brought himself in closer to First Mate. He was a tall man, blond, lean, pale of skin, and with stern, even-set features. I didn’t like the smell the wind lofted my way. Arrogant, it whispered. Haughty, noble bred, and thinking himself better than all men. Had I been free to be myself, myself as I’d been in the past, I’d have eaten him just for what his odour told me.
My nose wrinkled. Odd. He scented of the same powder that was in the kegs stacked at the bow.
“Exactly how is your captain ill?” he said to First Mate.
“Exhaustion,” I called. “He fought the storm to bring the ship into harbour.” And then received thorough, multiple fuckings for being such a scrumptious captain, but I didn’t say that.
“Then there’s no reason I shouldn’t pay him my respects,” the mortal answered, his gaze narrowing on me. “You wear the garb of the Daromen people.” His attention shifted to Vaal. His expression grew colder. “But that man isn’t Daromen.”
“And you wear…” I looked sideways at Vaal. “Is that lace all over his chest, or did the waves vomit froth all over him?”
“Lace,” Vaal answered. “Torrents of lace. It’s very pretty, even on a man. I wouldn’t name it vomit.”
The mortal’s features twisted into an expression of mild distaste. He looked toward First Mate. “Will you let these louts insult me, sailor?”
“Yes, honoured visitor,” First Mate answered stoutly. “Those louts are Captain’s louts and answer only to him. I cannot control th
em or their actions.”
I held in a snigger of admiration for First Mate’s blunt daring. And wisdom. He couldn’t have answered any other way without offending both Vaal and me.
The visitor regarded him with a flat expression, then uttered a frigid observation. “I take it that your captain is a man of some importance, to have guards on board…”
He gave a cursory, withering glance at the unadorned schooner. Without her red sails up, she wasn’t as pretty as she could have been. First Mate went all the stiffer at the implied insult to his ship, but didn’t say a word.
“Go to your captain and tell him I wish to pay my respects,” the visitor said. “I am Erant Sirran. Erant means lord in common speak.”
First Mate ducked his head in a brief nod and marched over to us. “Can he really not see anyone?” First Mate asked Vaal.
Vaal considered it, regarding the visitor over First Mate’s shoulder. Eventually, he shrugged and said, “I’ll clean him up and get him ready.”
“Thank you,” First Mate replied and performed a deeper bow to his god. Vaal retreated below, but I stayed on deck to continue watching this Lord Sirran.
What are you doing? I mind-whispered to Vaal.
This interests me. Let Haru discover what those things are hanging on their frilly shoulders.
Fair enough. And if anyone could worm the facts out of this cold-faced official without threatening murder, Haru could.
First Mate returned to Sirran and informed him the captain was being prepared for the visit. Sirran’s gaze locked with mine for a few seconds, then shifted away, locking next with Valerys, who stood not far off, watching.
Well, of course. She was gorgeous. How could he not stare? But then he mystified me with a darting glance toward the bow, his expression suddenly impassive.
What went on there? I scanned the bow as well, but saw only the cargo of powder kegs as usual. When I looked at the mortal again, I caught him observing me with a suspicious countenance. I sent it back to him, and we did a small battle of glares for a few seconds.
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