by Logan Jacobs
“Okay,” Mira agreed as she wiped the blood off her blade.
I could tell her curiosity was piqued, but the warrior said nothing as she helped me gather up as many weapons as we could carry, including the crossbow, and head back to where Sela waited with the rowboat.
“Finally,” the gray-blue haired woman sighed as we dropped the weapons down into the rowboat and climbed in. “I was worried I would have to come after you myself. Did you fall into the ocean or something?”
“No,” Mira grumbled. “We just got attacked by the last two orcs on the ship.”
“Oh!” Sela gasped. “Did they tell you what happened?”
Mira turned her gaze toward me, to make it clear I was the one to answer that question.
“Yep.” I nodded. “I want to tell everyone at once, though. So, let’s get back to the ship.”
“Yes, my king,” the gray-blue haired warrior agreed at once.
Sela and I rowed as hard and as fast as we could to return to the ship. Once we’d climbed back aboard, I sent most of the women below decks under the guise of weapons sorting, even though it was a job that could have easily been done by a few of them. Meanwhile, Jemma, Jonas, Mira, Sela, and George stayed above deck, and they joined me near the captain’s wheel.
“I cannot hold out any longer,” Mira sighed in exasperation when we got to the wheel. “What did that foul-mouthed orc say to you?”
“George, remember the thought I had earlier?” I asked the dragon.
Of course, he replied.
“Well, it turns out I was right,” I said. “The scale we found was definitely from a dragon, but not a water dragon. I was telling Mira about some stories back from my world, ones about fire breathing beasts that fly through the sky. They’re massive, and they have scales, and we called them dragons.”
Everyone’s eyes went about the same amount of wide. It almost felt like I looked at four cartoon characters as they stared at me like I’d just completely lost my head.
“A fire breathing, flying beast,” Jonas mused as he rubbed his chin and frowned. “I suppose nothing is outside of the realm of possibility at this point.”
“That’s pretty much the idea I’m rolling with.” I nodded. “And the other thing the orc said was the beast wanted some sort of treasure. It took whatever the orcs had with it, and then it stopped the assault. Any ideas what it could have wanted?”
I knew this was a fishing expedition. They’d never heard of a fire breathing dragon before, much less had any idea what the hell kind of treasure it would want badly enough to destroy an entire ship full of orcs for. But since I was all out of ideas, I hoped someone else would bring up something plausible.
No one did, though. They all just shook their heads.
“Let us hope we do not have any ‘treasure’ this beast deems useful,” Jonas muttered.
“Alright,” I sighed. “Let’s haul anchor and continue, but keep your eyes peeled for any giant, flying beasts breathing fire.”
The last sentence should have sounded absolutely ridiculous, but now, after what we’d all just witnessed, it unfortunately sounded like a terrifying possibility. Even the fear I’d had when we’d had to face the maldungs, and had no idea how to fight off a ship full of ghosts, was no match for the fear that pitted my stomach now.
How the hell could we fight off a massive beast that breathed fire so hot it would char us to the bone the second we came into contact with it? Even cannons and crossbows couldn’t stand up to a beast like that.
Since there was nothing to be done about a creature we’d never even seen, we called the rest of the women out from below the decks.
“Do you know what happened to the orc ship, Ben?” Theora asked with a worried frown as the crowd of women swarmed the deck.
“Everybody, can I have your attention for a moment?” I called out as I put a comforting hand on the thin woman’s shoulder.
As soon as everyone’s eyes were on me, I continued. This was not the time to keep them in the dark. I needed as many eyes on the sky as I could possibly get.
“We think the orc ship might have been destroyed by a dragon that breathes fire,” I told them. “This beast flies in the air and is extremely dangerous. I need everyone to be on the lookout, and if you see anything weird, you tell Mira or me, got it?”
“How are we supposed to fight a beast that breathes fire?” Anora gasped with wide yellow eyes.
“If that thing attacks us, we’ll defeat it,” I said. “But a dragon is not something I want to provoke. Let’s all try and remain as calm as possible, and know there’s nothing to be done about it right now. Even if we were to turn around and return home, the beast flies. It could just as easily attack us there. Are we in agreement?”
Fear rippled through the crew, but they all nodded or murmured their affirmations to me quickly. Then, almost as one, they turned around and got straight back to work, ready to take their minds off the beast that was possibly at large.
The water was smooth for the rest of the day, and the skies remained clear. I watched tensely as we sailed on and scanned the skies and the sea constantly, on the lookout for either the beast itself, or more carnage.
We saw neither. I wasn’t stupid enough to think the attack was an isolated incident, but I did begin to wonder if the orcs had done something to make the dragon angry. With their track record for both stupidity and arrogance, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if they’d snuck into the dragon’s den and stolen its horde of gold, or something equally ridiculous.
As night started to fall, we switched shifts, and I finally descended to the captain’s quarters below deck. So far on our journey, I’d barely slept a few hours each night, and they had been spent above deck. I’d wanted to be right there as all of the dragonkin women got their sea legs. Now more than ever, I wanted to stay awake all night and keep a lookout for the dragon, but I knew the exhaustion had started to get to me. I stumbled or ran into things like an idiotic klutz, which was the classic sign for tiredness.
Which is why I decided it was time to sleep in an actual bed.
“Would you like some company in your bedchambers tonight?” Jemma asked as she descended the stairs just behind me, and the woman was so silent I hadn’t even heard her approach.
Her hand snaked around my waist and came to rest on my midsection, where I folded it in mine.
“You think I could ever deny you?” I murmured back.
“No,” she laughed. “It’s one of my many charms.”
We slipped inside the captain’s quarters and closed the door. Immediately, I raised my hands in the air and stretched my back to ease all the tension I held in there.
Jemma looked at me with suspicious knowing in her eyes.
“What?” I chuckled.
The woman squinted at me for a second, then pressed her hands to my chest and pushed me roughly onto the bed.
The space was small and cramped, with hardly a foot of room between the bed and the door. Because I was already so unbalanced, it didn’t take much for me to fall back onto the bed with a soft thud.
“You need a pair of hands to relieve that tension,” she replied. “My father used to have the same issues when the orcs first came to our island. Your muscles are full of stress.”
“What makes you think I’ve got issues?” I asked, and I was a little surprised I hadn’t been able to hide it from her.
Jemma just quirked a dark brown eyebrow at me and shook her head.
“Do not distract me,” she ordered. “Remove your shirt and lay on your stomach, please.”
The thought of a massage actually made my body shiver with delight, especially since it was Jemma who would give it to me. So, I quickly yanked my shirt off and flopped forward onto the bed. We’d replaced the disgusting orc sheets with a nice, soft set of bedding and a thicker, warm comforter. The combination of the different textured materials instantly lulled me into a state of calmness, which was only deepened when Jemma’s soft hands began
to work on my muscles.
She started slowly and easily at first and kneaded my shoulders, right where they met my neck. It was where most of my stress was held, and I instantly felt all of my worries and doubts ease away as her magical hands worked.
“Ben, I have been thinking,” Jemma began softly, and her voice was the only sound in the room save for the soft lap of the ocean waves against the hull of the ship.
“Mmm,” I responded in a daze.
“I received a dream from the Goddess Nira,” the auburn-haired woman continued. “It is time for me to be with child. The Goddess told me you must bless me with a child, no matter how much effort it takes.”
“Effort?” I repeated as excitement bloomed in my chest. “Oh, you mean sex.”
I said it casually, but Jemma and I both knew I’d fuck her as often as she wanted until her stomach swelled with our child.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Suddenly, her lips were on my ear. They were hot and wet, and she nipped the outer shell of my ear gently, but with just enough pressure that a shiver of arousal shot down my spine and straight into my pants.
Instantly, I flipped over onto my back. Jemma straddled me now, and her hair fell down around us like a curtain. I circled a hand around the back of her neck and yanked her to me to bind our lips together in a blistering, passionate kiss.
“Let’s make a baby,” I murmured against her mouth.
Jemma smiled, and her chartreuse eyes opened so she could stare right back at me.
“Absolutely,” she murmured.
The deer woman then smashed her lips right back against mine, and for a long moment, we just sat there like two teenagers as we let our hands explore every inch of one another. I slipped my fingers under her shirt to feel the warm skin of her toned abs, then drifted up further until I caught one full breast within my fingers. Slowly, I kneaded her breast with one hand, and I occasionally let my thumb graze over her hard nipple just to hear the moan of appreciation that sighed out of my love whenever I did that.
Her body shivered and responded to my every move, but before long, I was overcome by the need to see her. I didn’t even have to say a word as I pulled back and lifted her tunic shirt over her head. The cream material came off easily and revealed Jemma’s perfect, slim body and full breasts.
I attacked her left breast with my mouth. Then I circled her nipple with my tongue and left little nips around the soft outer edge and down her stomach.
Jemma was beyond turned on now. I could feel her wet arousal on my stomach, even through the material of her pants, and she ground down on me, just above my pelvic bone, which sent all sorts of miraculous sensations down into my already hard cock.
“I… need… you,” she gasped. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she ground down on my stomach, almost like she wanted to get off right then and there.
A sly idea came into my mind, and I grinned at her, even though she couldn’t see. I settled one hand on her hip as she slid back and forth, and her fingers explored every centimeter of my chest. Then I slipped one hand inside the waistband of her trousers and felt her wet, warm pussy under my fingers.
“Oh, gods,” I groaned at the mere sensation. I knew Jemma was close already, just from the friction of my torso, but I wanted to get her off myself.
As fast as lightning, I flipped her over so I was on top. I hovered over her shirtless body for a split second to see her reaction, but Jemma barely seemed to register the move. Her legs fell open underneath me, and her body writhed in search of an orgasm.
I slipped down her body, pulled her pants off, and was rewarded with a beautiful view of her perfect pussy. The pink lips dripped with sweet arousal, and I could see her inner walls clamp down on nothing but air as they searched for something to bring about their orgasm.
I wasted no time in giving her exactly what she needed. At the same time, I thrust two fingers inside of her while I also bent my head and sucked her perfect little clit into my mouth.
Jemma’s inner walls grabbed my fingers with an impossible strength the moment I entered her, and for a split second, I reveled in the taste and feel of her. She was tangy and sweet, and I flattened my tongue wide to give her a good lick just so I could get more of her magical juices.
“Oh, my goddess, Ben, please!” Jemma gasped when I still hadn’t moved.
There was no way I couldn’t give my love just what she wanted.
I pulled my fingers nearly all the way out of her before I slowly thrusted them back inside. I made sure to curl them just right so I could graze the little rough patch inside of her and drive her absolutely mad, and I coupled that movement with a tiny nibble of her clit.
Those two things sent her over the edge, in the absolutely best way possible. A scream of pleasure ripped from her throat, her back arched all the way off the mattress, and her hands twisted up the soft sheets so hard I was almost afraid she’d rip them.
I brought her down from her high slowly and easily, but my dick was so hard the task proved to be nearly painful. The second she opened her eyes and was somewhat lucid again, I scrambled to rip my trousers off to reveal my boner.
“Oh, goddess, yes,” Jemma growled throatily, and she spread her legs even wider beneath me, ready for more.
I dipped my hips down between her legs and readied myself at her pussy. Heat radiated off her in waves and blanketed my pelvis in warmth. Our lips met in a soft kiss as I slowly pushed myself inside of her, and I wanted to revel in the silky softness of her wet insides and feel the slickness as it surrounded me.
I pumped in and out of her with a measured slowness that took everything inside of me to maintain, but I wanted the buildup to be slow, to drag out my pleasure for as long as I possibly could.
“You feel so good,” I whispered into her ear before I trailed kisses up and down the side of her neck. The skin there was soft and warm, and the mixture of textures against my lip and around my dick sent me into a black hole of arousal.
Suddenly, I couldn’t maintain the slow pace anymore.
“Yeeeessss,” I growled. “You feel so good.”
I sat back, with my dick still inside of her, grabbed her hips, and yanked her body forward so her legs wrapped around my back. My thrusts became hard, fast, and merciless as I pounded into her, in search of my own release so I could shoot my seed deep inside of her and bless us both with a child.
“Ohhh, Ben. Ohhh! Yessss. Fill me. Give me your seed. Fill my womb with your seed. I need it so bad.”
Jemma’s screams became a string of complete gibberish, and a set of swear words I didn’t even know I knew escaped my lips. The room around us disappeared, and there was nothing but complete and utter pleasure as I drove myself into her, deeper and deeper every time.
Just when I thought I couldn’t hold out any longer, Jemma’s walls clamped down around me like a vise as she screamed out her second orgasm of the night. The rush of liquid that swirled around my cock sent me completely over the edge, and I lost my grip on her thighs and tilted forward as a powerful orgasm washed over me. Then I felt cum blast from my cock and bury itself deep within Jemma, and she cried out my name as I sprayed my seed inside of her tunnel four more times.
I didn’t know how long the two of us sat there as we came down from our respective orgasms, but Jemma eventually opened her chartreuse eyes and grinned at me.
“I suppose we will just have to do that over and over again until I am pregnant, hmm?” she giggled.
“Oh, absolutely,” I replied.
I slipped out of her, and the two of us curled up under the soft covers. Then we fell asleep to the sound of the waves outside and each other’s breathing.
I woke up the next morning, changed my clothes, grabbed a piece of dried meat, and raced out to the upper deck. Jemma was still asleep, since clearly my antics the night before had absolutely exhausted her, so I decided to let her sleep in.
I’d taken the wheel from Mira for no more than five minutes before I spot
ted a huge, dark shape on the horizon.
“Land ho!” I shouted.
“What?” Sela hollered back in confusion.
“I see the island,” I laughed. “We’re almost there.”
Less than an hour later, we arrived at our destination. We dropped anchor just a little ways off the shore so we didn’t accidentally beach the ship, especially since we didn’t know these waters and had no idea how deep or shallow they could be.
Everyone was awake now, even the women who’d been on the night shift, and they all came out to see our newest destination.
“So, this is it?” Mira asked.
I gazed out over the island, which seemed pretty massive now that we were up close and personal.
“This is it.” I nodded, and a broad grin stretched across my face. “Let’s go exploring.”
Chapter Five
Once we had anchored the ship, it took three trips of the rowboats to transfer about three quarters of the crew to shore. The other women stayed on the ship to act as defense in case the orcs showed up, and the rest of us headed to the beach to make camp. I was on the first rowboat to hit the sand, and Mira took up the rear in the last boat to make sure everything was kosher back on our ship.
As soon as my boat hit the sand, I jumped out of the small wooden vessel and yanked it far up onto the shore, out of reach of the waves and tide, so we’d be able to get back to our ship when we needed to.
Then I looked around at this new island.
The first thing I noticed was the sand was different than any I’d seen before. Instead of tiny little grains that ranged in color, the sand was a pure white color, like a beach in Greece, but the grains were so tiny I could barely make out one from the other.
I knelt down and ran my hands through it. The sand was soft, like the manufactured powdery stuff that comes from an hourglass in the store, but it hadn’t been made by anything other than nature.
“Strange,” I murmured as I trailed my hand through the grains.
Suddenly, something bit my hand, and an intense, stinging pain rocketed through my palm and up my arm.