The Vengeful Tide Ch. 10

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I would like to think that getting woken up by a blowjob be one of the best ways any man can ever experience the day. The feelings of drowsiness coupled with the warm, stimulating movements of a wet mouth give off a better feeling than almost anyone can ever realize. All the sensations of warming up and sexual arousal were blasting through my body like hot fire through a bunch of coal.

Though still drowsy from my slumber, my ears picked up on the slobbering, yet enthusiastic gasps of a woman as this mysterious figure sought to continue to toy with my cock. I thought to simply ignore whoever it was and just enjoy the feeling of mystery, but that didn’t last long. From the way this woman awkwardly moved her hands over my length, I could tell that it was Aesteal. Ellen and my mother already held great experience in pleasing me with their warm mouths. My little elf could not hold a candle to them…yet.

However, a man such I bear no thought to turn down an eager woman who sought to lather my hardened stick with mouth juice. I merely enjoyed her attempts to pleasure as I would any other lass I had taken to my bed.

“Mmmm…oooooooh…you certainly learn quickly. One would think an elf such as you had not known the joys of self-pleasure but a few weeks ago. Do all female elves suck their males cock like this?,” I asked rather groggily. I think it was because of this that my head had not caught up with my mouth…and my cock.

Cold air touched my shaft as did the smooth embrace of my bedsheets.

“I wouldn’t know, Sir. I was taught to abstain from worldly thoughts such as these to better serve my kingdom,” she replied before she went back to what she was doing.

I wanted to think on that comment, but the sleep still inside me didn’t allow it. Instead, my head on my pillow, I continued to moan into the open space of my quarters as I felt Aesteal familiarize herself with all the lessons we had worked on during our voyage.

To help remove the stiffness in my arms, I slide them down until my fingers touched the corner of my beautiful elf’s hair. I could feel her body up and down furiously. Her skin was warm and I imagine her face was flushed. Nevertheless, the powerful suction and rotation of her lips and tongue made me clench my teeth.

“Hmmmm…good girl. That feels so good,” I told her.

She showed me her appreciation of my praise by working just a bit faster. For the sake of my sleepiness, and her more than likely sore body from yesterday, I decided to be lenient when I felt the gentle scrape of one or two teeth. It be a mighty fine feeling, but…I doubt she knows how to properly use them like that just yet.

About ten minutes passed as Aesteal continued to give me a great morning blowjob. I would like to think that her clumsiness and unorthodox movements were stimulating in their own way. They certainly had me grunting like a mad beast. The urge to grab a hold of Aesteal’s head and shove my cock down her throat was a highly tempting action. I don’t know how, and or why, I managed to withhold myself. I would like to think it be because Aesteal tried hard to serve me on her own. I silently laughed at my elf’s attempts to deepthroat me. I allowed her to continue her private lessons.

While Aesteal continued to find the limits of her gagging throat, I heard a knock at my door. It must have frightened Aesteal because she stopped her wonderful movements.

I voiced my displeasure.

“You stopped,” I said. I watched the covers twist and turn like a great serpent.

“Someone is at the door,” she replied.

I leaned forward. I then took a fistful of the covers in my hand. “Aye, there be someone at the door. You think that someone be more important than me? What have you to be afraid of? The covers hide you well. If you don’t continue, I could always make you finish with them off,” I replied.

The sheets were motionless for a moment. I then closed my eyes and groaned in ecstasy when Aesteal resumed her pleasuring of my cock.

“Enter,” I called.

The door opened and in came Ellen with my plate of breakfast. It didn’t take her long to realize that I wasn’t alone. Instead of the snarky remark that I would have loved to hear, she just placed the tray on my table.

She then began to turn around and head for the door, but I stopped her.

“Aye, to leave a captain without the morning greeting be mighty disrespectful. Come back here,” I said.

Sothshore, in all her fine beauty, turned back to me and marched angrily towards me. I’d say she walked on the wood a bit harder than a normal step, but not so hard it could be considered a stomp.

“What do you want?” she asked.

I looked at her.

“Sir,” she finished.

I smiled and inhaled deeply when I felt Aesteal playfully clutch and fondle my swollen sacs filled with cum just waiting to be poured out. My body shivered and Ellen quickly took notice.

“So, what slut be gagging on your cock so early in the morning this time?” she asked. I think I let out çeşme escort something between a laugh and a moan. Either way, my arousal quickly took over me as I grabbed the back of Aesteal’s head and slowly directed her movements to my liking.

“A mighty fine slut. The best piece of breakfast I could ever partake in,” I replied. Perhaps grunted would be the best word since my eyes were rolled into the back of my head while my teeth clenched against each other.

A breath to steady myself, I turned back to Ellen.

“Go…ugggggggh…into C’ula later today. Find out as much as you can…ooooooh…about the Auction Hall. More specifically, mmmmmmph about auctions that will be happening this week,” I managed to get ou through the moans Aesteal was causing for me.

Since my eyes were shut tight, I had no way of knowing what Ellen’s expression be, but I could fathom an idea.

“This is the City of Merchants. There are probably hundreds of auctions running through here from dawn till dusk. You want to know about them all?” she asked.

It was probably because of Aesteal’s massaging throat and swirling tongue that my brain didn’t catch up with my mouth. “Yes. SEAS YES!” I suddenly grabbed as I grabbed Aesteal’s head and thrust my hip against her face. I could feel my cock twitching and squirming. My balls smacked against her chin before I roared, releasing my thick ropes of cum down my slutty elf’s throat.

My legs shivered and my breath was rough. I fell down to my mattress, sweat pouring down the side of my brow.

Once I took a moment to allow blood to travel back into my brain from my cock, I leaned up. “Search for the auctions with entry fees of 1000 gold. That be where the real fun is,” I finished while I poured a cup of water from the pitcher next to my window sill.

“…Aye, sir,” she replied. This beautiful woman of blond hair then began to walk away, but I didn’t let her go so easily. I took her arm into my hand and pulled her towards me. She grunted painfully before I crushed her lips with my own.

She struggled for only a moment before she decided to relish the kiss as I had. When I say relish, I should probably mean more of…put up with. However, unless seas betray me, I be sure that I felt a curl of a foreign tongue against my own.

We parted.

“Good slut. Now, take who you wish. Choice of crew members be yours,” I informed her.

“Aye, the gods bless me sooooo well,” she drawled before she turned around again and offered me the lovely sight of her swaying ass as she opened and closed my door behind her.

I smiled before I pulled off the covers and examined Aesteal. Her hair was just as disheveled as it had been yesterday. A small drop of my cum laid at the corner of her mouth before she licked that away as well. My hand fell over the side of her cheek longer than I had intended, but I found myself speaking regardless.

“Much better from the last few times,” I said.

“I don’t think I’ve had much of a choice, Sir,” she returned to me.

I smirked.

“Ah, but ye do have yer own choice, Lassie! It might not be the right one, or even the best one, but there always be the choice to make. Now, before you leave, partake of this meal with me. Nothing be a soother of the soul more than the sun, the sheets, and the bread,” I answered.

I think Aesteal was surprised that I sought her attention for more than just mere physical pleasures, but that indeed be the case. I do quite enjoy breakfast in bed, especially with fair company to enjoy it with.

“Is that an order?” she asked.

“Am I going to need to make it one?” I returned.

It was then that I heard it. I heard the rather delicate sound of a gentle chuckle that came from this fierce elven warrior’s lips. Her cool eyes stared into mine while her head rested on my stomach.

“I suppose not, Sir,” she said. She then grabbed the sheets and pulled them around her body. She walked over to my desk, the soles of her feet hitting the wood as she did so. She then picked up the tray filled with fruit, cheese, bread, fish meat, and seasoned potatoes.

Aesteal returned to my bed and we laid there for about half an hour. Seas, I loved that shameful look on her face when I tried to feed her. Her elven pride tried to admonish me that she could feed herself, but a swift smack to the ass reminded her of just who she was talking to. She became much more obedient after that.

I then found myself doing something I did not think I would do with the elves while on this voyage. I spoke with Aesteal of some personal matters. We traded stories of our lives, but where I skipped parts about my death and rebirth, she skipped parts of how they came into this situation. I doubt there be much care about it between us as we ate.

She spoke of her home. She spoke of the wild forests which laid to the north of Fgg’rial. She told me of her days hunting the wild elk, her cold nights in the trees patrolling the forest, başakşehir escort and her battles against death at the hands of warriors from many tribes.

I think the talk soothed her because her eyes seemed to glow with fondness. Her body was not as tense as it usually was when she was around me. She was just a beautiful elf in my bed.

Once we had our fill, we both got dressed. I handed the book of materials to her. I then instructed her to look it over with Maeloson. She quickly agreed before she walked to the door.

“Thank you for the company, Sir,” she replied before she left.

I don’t know where my thoughts laid when she left me, but I know that I spent a few moments going over my notes and maps. While I worked, I kept glancing at my bed, a stupid, silly, childish fire warming my chest as I did so.

Once I had gone over what I needed, I stepped out of my quarters. I was greeted with the sight of the familiar line of bastards waiting their turns for their baths on one side of the ship. On the other, I noticed my mother and Maeloson talking with each other regarding the book that I had given Aesteal. No doubt she had given it to them before going off to do…whatever she desired.

It was at this time that I had the thought to make Aesteal wear some form of cloak or disguise. After yesterday, I already know the bounty hunters shall have the eyes of eagles for someone like her. No doubt Burnwood and I be upon their list as well.

“Mother, Maeloson,” I called. Both paused their conversation to greet me.

“Where is Aesteal? I did not remind her about…,”

“It’s alright, Eric. She told us about yesterday. She knows not to be seen when she goes out,” my mother said, cutting me off. Given that it was so early in the day, I didn’t mind that cut off so much.

Nevertheless, I would have expected no less from a warrior woman of a tribe known for its stealth.

“Good. Maeloson, you’re gonna be wearing one too. You’re coming with me. You as well, mother,” I stated.

“What for?” Maeloson asked.

I stared out into the City of Merchants. Somewhere, within those walls, my target laid. The first piece of my vengeance.

“We be going to see a man about a coin and a trout,” I told them. How I loved the utter look of confusion on their faces from my words, but I left them with that and went about below the ship to find Alteria. She would be coming with us as well. No, I did not need to take her however I find there to be something unsettling about her only being on the ship.

Naturally, I received a few protests from Lady Knight, but I had her out and ready to join me by the time the sun reached its zenith. Her glare and visible signs of irritation weren’t appreciated, but I let them go. Knights always tend to have some sort of attitude no matter what empire you venture to.

As we stepped off the ship, I thought to wear a disguise as well, but there needn’t be a case. I already knew no one in the city was any real threat to me. However, the same could not be said of the rest of my crew.

Swiftly, my mother, Lady Knight, Maeloson, and I entered the city. Given that it was in the middle of the day, I quickly came to notice that C’ula truly earned its name because there was easily double the amount of people than when we had pulled into shore around the evening last night.

I also see why C’ula can boast so much thievery like Draegnar. There be so many people that those with a mastered art of pickpocketing can flourish easily. Of course, I don’t think I need to warn the three in my company of this. They each keep their wealth as close to them as possible. Of course, I can’t say the same for those around us since I decided to practice my art of thievery for a moment.

“Do you always take without remorse?” Alteria asked as I pocketed the ten or so bags of coin that had been unwillingly donated into my palms.

“Protect what is yours even should your life be threatened, if not then you have no claim to it. Besides, they waste their funds on worthless trinkets and magic stones that serve no true purpose. Such funds will be better suited to my cause. Should you think about it, I’m actually giving them a valuable lesson. Did your knights not rough you up when you went to your little knighting school?” I questioned.

“Hæňgaram knights are trained in honor, valor, and justice. We are trained in the sword to protect the Empire from all threats. We are taught to forsake such selfish desires like you pirates,” she replied.

I smirked. “And yet, you made a deal with a pirate to aid you in the growing state of unease within your little empire of honor and justice. Better to have my own selfish desires than fulfill the same of someone else. Sorry lass, not all of us, can throw our lives away fighting someone else’s war without reward,” I stated.

Lady Knight must have been upset because she did not speak to me any longer. Same went for my mother and Maeloson, küçükçekmece escort but neither had much to say regardless.

After some time, and many failed picks on our pockets had passed, our group arrived in front of a C’ula tavern. More specifically, this was one of the main taverns Boreli frequented.

“I assume we’re not here just to fill up on enough booze to make the crew drunker than a Draegnar bastard on an island celebration,” my mother said.

“I could not tell the difference,”

My mother and I turned to in shock Maeloson who had just traded rather cheeky banter with her.

As I had come to learn on this voyage, Maeloson was not much the bantering type. Quite true, I spoke with him on many an occasion, but where the crew rejoiced in shanties and music, he was usually off on his own. He only interacted with the crew if it was an order from me.

In fact, now that I be aware of it, the only person he speaks much to is Aesteal. Of course, I assume he’s begun easing up now that I have placed men from Hilvir under his rule. However, out of the corner of my eye, I watch him carefully. There be many things that he does not tell me. I doubt he ever will either.

However, I see the look of longing in his eyes. I do not know what for though.

Anyway, I remove the thoughts from my head. What he thinks about isn’t my business so long as he gets the work I care about done.

“What?” Maeloson asked.

In the typical fashion of my mother, she slogged him in the arm enough to make him rub it painfully.

“Aye, so the male elf does have a mouth after all. You’ve been so quiet many a day that most wondered if you even had a tongue. You ought to talk more,” she claimed.

Maeloson rubbed his arm, but he said nothing else. His eyes only kept that stern, uncaring stare that reminds me of my own when I seek to distance myself from the world. Even I can’t count the number of times I’ve made storms and rose winds from the nightmares in my own dreams. I would stare out into my window aimlessly, left alone to the dark corners of my mind.

…Fuck, I think I’m turning into one of those senile old bastards. The thought isn’t very comforting.

I opened the tavern door and allow all four of us inside.

Unlike Sothshore’s tavern, this one is obviously of low quality. I saw a drunk man leaning against the wall, bottle in hand, and dreams in head. At least in Ellen’s taverns, the drunk men were outside with all the things previously listed.

I also saw shoddy tables and worn out stools. Each seat was filled with a hairy ass as men and women munched on whatever slop be on their plate. The smell of old ale, smoke, and fire filled the room.

“HAHAAHAHAHAHA! GO, Broder, I ain’t got the coin to pay off yer debt if ya lose!”

“Hahaha, please, I always pay off me own debts to the owner. You be the one who dragged me into this!”

I turned my eyes to see a crowd of men hollering as two sit upon a table and arm wrestle like they be trying to snap the other person’s arm in two. Aye, it be a nice game to pass the time.

Anyway, we maneuvered through the drunken waste and made it to the barkeeper, or the person I assumed to be the barkeeper.

“And that’s when I said ‘Oi laddie, I ain’t got the right stuff for me, but I definitely got the right stuff for you! Hahahaahahahahaha! Next thing I know, he’s blowing me cock until piss flies through his nose,” some drunk idiot spoke as he twirled his bottle high in the air.

“For the last time Trivan, the hole in the wall near your house doesn’t count as a lad or a lass. Then again, I’m not surprised. You’d fuck anything with a socket, bitch or otherwise,” another one said. I watched this one polish dirty glasses and wooden mugs with a dry rag.

This man was rather large in the stomach area. Sweat poured from his forehead and into his grey shirt. His arms were rather hairy and he wore the striking mustache of some wild animal that I couldn’t name at the moment. Either way, he was my current target.

His eyes locked onto mine as my group distinguished ourselves from the rest.

“Welcome to the Drunken Lizard, finest ale this side of C’ula. Name’s Daivan. What be yer poison?” He asked. His breath smelled of dry saltwater and ashes of smoke.

The drunk man who had been sitting next to where I was standing suddenly started laughing.

“Yo laddie, I recommend *hic* the Captain’s Treasure! Shit’ll have you *hic* cocked up for a whole *hic* month! Hahahaahah, get it? Cocked up? It’s an up cock!” he exclaimed. His chair rattled back and forth as he swung himself. He even accidentally bumped into Alteria. She was none too pleased by it.

“Please conduct your business quickly, Eric Drakclaw. The limits of my patience are not as long as the Tjuofiam Sands,” she said.

The barkeeper exhaled. “Forgive him, lassie. He ain’t gonna harm you aside from attacking you with his breath. I put up with the fucker cause no one else will. Hard for a guy like that who’s head isn’t all there. Anyway, what can I do ye fer?” this man asked.

I leaned against the counter.

“Tell me where Boreli Astell is,” I said.

I think my words must have been infused with the powers of magic and mana because I think everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at us like we had just said something we shouldn’t have.