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The Voyage of the Silken Siren (The Corsair and Xanaphia)

Gwynn tried to catch her breath as she recovered from her orgasm, feeling Karim’s happen in quick succession. The hot explosion within her body was amazing, leaving her to gasp and sigh as his bliss flooded her. The kiss that followed was lazy and lingering, not expecting anything further. Instead Karim surprised her, pushing her knees against her stomach to lift her ass up. Relaxed from her orgasm, her body didn’t resist as he pushed into her ass. She was still hungry for him, craving his cock and his cum in every orifice she possessed.

“Fuck, Karim,” she groaned as he filled her with dick once more. The slow, deep strokes were amazing, perfectly suit to drive her mad as her tight ass hugged his meat. “Fuck me!” Damn, he looked hot, with sweat rolling down his chest and arms, and his dark eyes staring into her soul. He looked amazing, and felt amazing and her mind seemed to empty of logic or reason, or anything but utter nirvana.

One hand came down to tease her clit and finger herself. It was wet and sticky, overflowing with their mingled climaxes, and yet, incredibly tight while his manhood pumped her ass. “I love it! I love taking your cock up my ass, Karim!”


"But... when... when you... you're done... I'm going... going to.... fuck you... fuck you raw!"

Aurelia smirked down at Muhyaddeen as he tried intimidating her, shifting her hand to the middle of his chest. “You think you can take it from me?” She mocked, eyes dark with lust and power, “Many have tried…” and one succeeded, the bitter realization making her ride him even harder. Her fist held him in place, held him so his meat rubbed her clit with each bounce. The desperate tensing of his cock, eager to find his release was divine the throb pulsing in time with her own needy clit.

"Fuck... fuck me..."

She released a gasping triumphant laugh, “That’s right! Beg me!” Beg me Yusef! She bit her lip before she could call his name, her cunt twitching at the fantasy of holding Yusef down like this, and hearing him plead. Releasing Muhyaddeen’s cock so she could brace herself on against his shoulders, heaving as ecstasy coursed through her veins. His throbbing and twitching inside her complimented her orgasm, until she had soaked his thighs in the scent of her passion. “Cum,” she demanded and allowed, caressing his face as his hips began to bounce again.
 
Karim concentrated on his rhythm, drinking in the sight of Gwynn's fingers toying with her own dripping slit as he methodically drove his cum-slick cock into her ass. "You do, Gwynn?" he purred, hands caressing her thighs and ass. "As much as you loved taking it in your pussy? As much as you enjoyed feeling my thick cock fill your cunt with my seed?" Gods of hell she looked amazing, with her creamy skin contrasting with his dark flesh and the dark wood of the table, and with her expression of wanton joy as he fucked her.

Licking his lips, he caught the back of her knees and hooked them over his shoulders as he leaned forward above her. "Tell me," he groaned, feeling her ass settle more firmly against his cock. "Tell me you want this glorious ass fucked, Gwynn." He began thrusting, his balls slapping her rear as each forward motion of his hips bounced her body on the table. "Tell me you want my cum in your ass. Tell me you want to feel it drip from both holes." With that he leaned forward, pressing her knees into her breasts as he kissed her fiercely. "Beg me to fuck you, Gwynn. I want to hear you beg for my cum."



Muhyaddeen writhed and struggled as Aurelia fucked him remorselessly, taking her pleasure from him while denying him his own. It was a new experience, and he wasn't certain he enjoyed it. He liked his women helpless, sometimes even defiant and unwilling, and being so utterly dominated in this manner was alien to him. But his eyes rolled back in his head as she found her orgasm on his cock, and desperate words tumbked from his lips. "Gods... fuck... fuck me..."

It was torture, sheerest torture, feeling her clench around him. Feeling her ride him with precision and skill as she used him as no more than a living dildo for her orgasm. Watching her writhe and hearing her gasp, and feeling her drench his aching dick and heavy balks as he ached to cum. Finally, spent, she released his cock and caressed his face with a hand sticky withher juices. "Cum," she breathed.

His body went rigid beneath her, hips jerking into the air and lifting her body with the force of his release. A low, animal sound of pleasure so intense it was pain escaoed him as his cock seemed to explode within her, cum erupting from his cock with nough power that he couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Coukd do nothing but gasp and whimper as his hot cum finally flooded her hungry depths.
 
Aurelia smirked in triumph over Muhyaddeen, his potent release flowing and over flowing into her. He thought he would use her? He was the one, used beneath her. A plaything to her pleasure. A distraction, and a minor one at that. Still she craved Yusef, his touch and his lips and his fat cock and his wit.

“We probably shouldn’t do that again. Don’t tell anyone, yeah?” Aurelia suggested playfully, with just the hint of threat underneath her words and eyes. Her hand patted his face, not hard enough to be called a slap, but too rough to be affectionate. His seed dripped down her thighs as she stood, and she reeked of lust. Retreating to her room, she cleaned herself before falling asleep. Atleast she didn’t need to touch herself tonight.



“Karim…fuck Karim,” Gwynn moaned, reveling in his use of her. Feeling words slip from her mind as she gave in to pleasure. “Yes! Fuck yes! Use me! Use this tight ass to…to get off…pump me full of your cum!” The words were harsh, breathy and loud, interspersed with growls and grunts. His rhythm drove her wild, loving the way he fucked her. Two fingers fought for space inside her, squishing at the pace set by his hips.

She tried to sit up some, so she could thrust back against him, find some leverage. But he held her in place and pushed her knees into her chest, hold her down to get fucked. Her ass swallowed him, took his length with each stroke. “Use your captain’s ass! Fuck it hard, and fill it with your cum. Karim, please! Fuck me Karim!”
 
"Uhm... yeah," Muhyaddeen managed, still stunned by the force if his release. "Right."

His eyes followed her as she made her slightly unsteady way back to her cabin, watching the sway of her dark hips as she walked. Then, hips and back aching, he pushed himself to his feet and dragged his pants up. She was an incredible fuck, he decided, but he wasn't sure he'd ever want her again.

A muscle spasmed in his back, making his eyes go wide.

No, probably not. He liked being in charge too much. But, he realized as he made his stiff way towards the jakes, if she wanted him? He didn't think he'd be abke to resist.



"You're talking too much, Captain Gwynn," Karim laughed, caressing her cheek and chin before thrusting two fingers into her mouth. They slipped over her tongue, moving in teasing imitation if his cock in her ass and her fingers in her cunt. Gods, those fingers! He could feel them through her flesh, stroking his length as he drove himself in an increasingly hungry tempo into her. "Fuck," he gasped, words tumbling out. "Such a good fuck... such... such a tight... thight ass. Captain..."

He felt himself growing harder still, felt a familiar heaviness in his balls, and his tempo increased. His disjointed words were barely audible iver the thumping of the table on the deck and the slap of bidies joining. They rose to a fevered pitch, then stopped abruptky as his whole body went rigid for an instant, and the world transformed into white hot pkeasure as his seed erupred from him to fill her ass in stream after stream of exquisite sensation.

Finally he slumped down against her, his body slick against hers as his cock lazily pulsed the final moments of his orgasm. "Have I served my captain well?" he murmured with a smile, kissing her.
 
“Yes,” she exhaled as she came down from her pleasure, kissing him back with satisfied enthusiasm, “We have to do this again.” She let her legs relax, slung over the edge of the desk on either side of him. For a few moments it was nice to lie in his arms, feeling his climax dripping from both holes. Kissing and nuzzling one another, not something she often did with the men who paid to have her. She found she liked this better.

“Wanna see if the hammock sleeps two?” Gwynn offered, sitting up a bit as the wooden desk became uncomfortable on her back.

“You aren’t worried everyone will know we were fucking?” Karim teased, nipping at her throat. She just laughed, tugging his hair to bring his lips back to hers, and capturing them in a kiss.

“I am sure everyone on this boat already knows we were fucking. Hell, those still on the Siren might know we were fucking.”


By the end of the week, the Síodúil Cluanaí, which Gwynn had named herself, made it to port at Garabahad. And while the hard work of sailing the larger ship was over, there wasn’t much rest to be had, as the former crew of the Siren got to work, so they could afford to feed themselves, and the four score children they had ended up with. A little remodeling was down on the clipper to make it more accommodating, for both the work that the crew engaged in, as well as for their young passengers. Nishi reasoned that once that issue was settled, they could offer their services as a fancy transport ship, one that denied it’s passengers a chance to be bored or lonely.

Still, by the time the Siren arrived in port, everyone was collectively exhausted. Aurelia met with a few members of the crew in her quarters to discuss the proposition of taking the evening off and having a party.

“You guys just made it into port, after one hell of a week at sea. And all of us have been working almost nonstop since we made it in, a week ago. We could all use a break, Captain,” Gwynn argued. Aurelia crossed her arms under her bust, considering her first mate’s suggestion, glancing around at the rest of the gathered party. Phedra, Qitarah, Nishi and Karim.

“I am not going to force anyone to work if they don’t want. I am not a slave driver. But I don’t see how a drunken feast is going to help our situation,” Aurelia explained, voice stern.

“Morale, captain,” Phedra filled in, “celebrate the fact we survived that mess, otherwise we aren’t going to have the energy to keep going at this pace.”

Aurelia sighed, and looked at Nishi and Qitarah, “You two are my sensible ones. Are you really going along with this?”

“I think this is a great opportunity, captain,” Qitarah chimed in, “Do you know why I joined up with your crew?”

“Because one of your regular clients was becoming obsessed and possessive of you?” Aurelia reminded her.

“Partially yes, but it was also so I could make much more money,” Qitarah reasoned, “If I am in port for a couple days, my time with clients is limited, and therefore valuable. I can charge quite a bit, because those who want me know they aren’t going to get another chance any time soon. You can use this event to do that same thing.”

Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, and closed it again, looking confused, “Wait, huh? What is it I can do?”

“Create demand,” Qitarah elaborated, wrapping her arm around Aurelia.
“Nothing builds desire more than seeing what you want, and knowing you can’t have it. We invite a few choice clients to this gathering, with strict instructions that there is no working tonight, and you will be booked for the rest of the week. It’s about working smarter, not harder.” Aurelia glanced over at Nishi.

“It is a sound proposition, Captain,” he assured her. With a defeated exhale, Aurelia nodded and the assembled party cheered in victory. As they began to leave to make the preparations for the evening, Aurelia noted how Karim and Gwynn held each other’s gaze, and held Gwynn back, alone.

“Are you fucking him?” Aurelia questioned, disapproval in her tone. Gwynn shrugged with a smirk.

“Sometimes. Sometimes he fucks me.”

“This isn’t a joke Gwynn,” Aurelia snapped. “Look, the occasional fling is one thing, but don’t get involved. It can only end badly.”

Gwynn shook her head, “With all due respect, this is my ship, Captain, and I can decide for myself what the rules are here. I don’t have to project my fear of intimacy on my subordinates.”

“I am trying to keep everyone safe!” Aurelia hissed.

“You fear letting anyone in, and you try to enforce that with the rest of us,” Gwynn surmised.

“Whatever. Just…don’t trust him just because you’re fucking him,” Aurelia warned, voice cold and dark like the bitter waves of the deep sea, “They are mercenaries, the lot of them, and they’d sell us out in a heartbeat if it were profitable.”

Gwynn scoffed, “I know you’ve been hurt, but don’t take your pain out on the rest of the world. Obsessing over your past just means you’re going to miss out on the now.”

“I’m not missing out on anything,” Aurelia assured her, arms cross before her chest.

“If you say so,” Gwynn said with a shrug, “There isn’t much happiness to be found in this world, so you better believe I am going to grab it and hold on if I find a piece of it. By his long brown hair, if need be.”
 
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Yusef groaned. "A party? She's going to have a party?"

"That is indeed what she said, Captain," Igama replied, loading paint onto a brudh of fine yak hair. He'd become involved in the redecoration of the firmer slave-ship in an unexpected way. Gwynn had seen a small portrait he'd painted of Amira, and asked if he was willing to take on a larger commussion. Niw, armed with sketches of the ladies of tge Siren, he was engaged in painting them in a mural that depicted them as handmaidens in the heaven of Bethashalli Joybringer, goddess of pleasure and sensual delights, sister-daughter of Afodisia. The goal, as she had explained, was both to cause the goddesses to smile on the ship and to serve as an introduction for the clients.

"What. The. Fuck," Yusef grumbled.

"Why are you so bent out of shape, Captain?" Fayette asked. She was leaning back in a chair, idly trimming her nails with a dagger. "This is a working ship, after all. They don't flat-back, tgey don't get paid. They don't get paid, we don't get paid."

"A party," Yusef scowled, "here on the ship. Not individuals, heading out with a guard. Here, where we'll be busy as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest."

"Seems to me," Igama answered absently, "that it's easier this way." The brush moved, giving the beginnings of shape to a life-sized image of Qitarah lounging decoratively upon a couch. "Everyone's here, so we don't split up. If anything gets ugly, we can all do the circle stomp on the stupid fucjer that starts it."

"Aren't her eyes a little lighter?" Fayette asked, leaning forward a little.

Igama looked surprised. "Of course they are," he agreed, looking at her curiously. "But I'll build up the effect with several layers. And I wouldn't have thought you'd notice..."

"I pay attention to things that are important," she answered evasively. "And I agree with you. If we've gotta run defense, I'd rather have a single defensible point. Screw splitting up."

"I still don't like it," Yusef growled. "I prefer mobility."

"True," Fayette agred. "You always preferred to ride the tiger yourself." She paused. "Even if it mauls you."

Yusef glowered at her, then stalked from the room and tried to ignore Igama's laughter as it followed him.
 
“Why do you care so much what I wear?” Aurelia protested, going through her wardrobe.

“Because, you in particular stand to make some money off this evening, if you play your cards right,” Qitarah insisted, “So, show me what you were thinking.”

Aurelia pulled out a shimmery red corset top and a long black shirt with high slits. Qitarah and shook her head without any words. “What’s wrong with this? Shouldn’t I show some skin?”

“All the girls will be showing some skin. You need to stand out from them,” Qitarah argued, standing now and looking through the dresses. She pulled out a fine black coat dress, “This is what you need. It will make you look like a captain. And men would pay obscene amounts of money to fuck a captain. Just, don’t bother with pants, and maybe pair it with some heeled boots.”



The sun set over the Vishanti sea, painting the waves a mosaic of golds and pinks. Aboard the Síodúil Cluanaí, there was music and dancing, a substantial setting of foods and alcohols. Phedra played a jig on a violin, nimble fingers moving faster than eyes could follow them, twirling about as she did, as if to show off. Guest mingled and mixed with the crew, and even the members of the free company were participating, albeit somewhat more reservedly. Qitarah, dressed in sheer gold silk, made her way around the feast, sending a moment here and there conversing before moving on, until she approached Yusef.

“Drink,” Qitarah insisted, shoving a bottle into his hands, “This is supposed to be a party, remember?” She took a long drink of her own while hearing his protests, before dismissing them with a head shake.

“You are security, yes, but you don’t need to look like security. You’re scaring the guests, men who we want to pay heavy purses for the men and women on board.” She hooked her arm in with his, leading him deeper into the party, “Look like your enjoying yourself, so they can enjoy themselves. And it won’t hurt to dance with someone. Let our guests think they need to compete with all of you for the attention of the lovely escorts. It will loosen their pockets even more.”

She took another drink of her bottle and met Yusef’s eyes. “And uh, she should be receptive to you now,” Qitarah explained, motion with her eyes over at Aurelia, who looked as if she were making an effort to avoid glancing at them. “Now that she seen someone else sniffing around the one she wants, she will be eager to prove herself to you. Her competitive nature will make her want to win, and I just made you a prize. Should be a win/win for you, shouldn’t it?” Without another she left him, hips switching back and forth as she made her way to the buffet table. Delinda frowned at her.

“Dammit Qitarah, you know you aren’t allowed to interfere with the pool,” the brunette snapped, arms crossed over her chest.

“The pool? Oh my, I had forgotten all about that,” Qitarah protested in faux innocence.

“Mmhmm. And I sure you also forgot today was your day.”

“Absolutely! I just want to see the Captain happy for once.”

“You are the worst fucking liar.”


As much as she hated admitting being wrong, Aurelia could tell the feast was exactly what everyone needed. Most of the children were already asleep, but the mixed crew of the Siren and her sister, Síodúil Cluanaí, were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Drinking, dancing, sing loudly, it was a raucous affair that lifted everyone’s morale. And Qitarah’s idea about creating demand was working as well, with half the crew already signed up for appointments the following evening.

There was another thing, a feeling she hadn't expected to feel. Being wrong, and being okay with being wrong, was liberating. She didn’t always have to have all the answers. She didn’t have to carry the entire burden of her ship on her own shoulders. She could trust Gwynn, could trust in her brethren born of bondage. Maybe she could learn to trust Yusef, and his crew. Maybe even trust herself to be vulnerable again.

She looked over at Yusef, drinking with Qitarah. She still wanted him. Despite the absence, and herself, she still craved him. Masturbating hadn’t helped. Fucking another man hadn’t helped. Getting away from him hadn’t helped. Maybe she was doing it to herself. Like Qitarah had explained earlier, wanting something you can’t have makes you want it even more. The question was, did Yusef feel the same way about her?

She wasn’t going to wait around, to the point she would have to listen to him fuck another of her crew. Qitarah left his side, and she moved towards him determined to approach him before her better sense caught up with her.
 
"The Captain's heading for the Captain," Senzang observed, drawing on his long, slim clay pipe. Aromatic smoke, tobacco cut with a little hemp, curled from his nostrils.

"Really?" Karim drawled lazily. With his looks and agility, he'd been pressed into service as an entertainer. His sword dance complete, he was busily towling sweat from his bare chest. "What sort of mood?"

"Fucking Qitarah," Fayette griped. "Fucking with the odds." Nobody had asked her to serve as entertainment or as an entertainer - nit with the general hard-edged air of hostility she carried. So she leaned against the mast, watching the attendees and glaring at the demon-blooded woman.

"Ah," Karim said, laughing. "That kind of mood. And you wagered on... tomorrow?"

"Fuck you, too," Fayette snapped.


Yusef snatched a goblet from a passing servant - one of the older children, paid to carry food and drinks about - and downed half of it. The guests had all been inforned that the servant's weren't on offer, and he'd had to firmly remind one patron of that fact. Fucking aristos, throwing their wealth and power around. Most of them wouldn't know real nobility - with duty as well as priveledge - if it bit them.

Warily, he eyed the flagon. "What the hell is this stuff?" he wondered aloud. But it wasn't the drink, he knew. It was him, trying to take his mind off Qitarah's comment. Should be a win/win... Fuck. She was just another woman! Wasn't she?

Wasn't she?

Even if she did look amazing in that dress. And even if she'd been the best lay of his life. And even if she was witty and had a good head on her shoulders and really was coming this way...

Fuck.

"Hey," he grunted, tossing down the last of his drink as Aureliaclosed in. "Qitarah was just telling me to stop scaring the johns." He hesitated, feeling slightly awkward. "So... how's business tonight? Anyone I need to throw overboard? Need a dance partner?"

His eyes went wide as the last sentence popped out. Fuck! But it was too late to retract it now. "I mean... so you... uhm, attract more business."
 
"Qitarah was just telling me to stop scaring the johns."

“I think you were making her jealous,” Aurelia projected, watching his body language. He seemed approachable and Aurelia wonder if that was really all Qitarah had told him, “She is usually the one who commands desire through surrender, so you were stepping on her turf, and profits.” She brushed some hair back behind her ear as she watched his lips part slightly, preparing himself to speak. Was she making him uncomfortable or…?

"So... how's business tonight? Anyone I need to throw overboard? Need a dance partner?"

She opened her mouth to answer his question, but another fell from his lips and another, leaving her as shocked as him. Crooking her head with a playful, she studied his features, fill with a panic she wouldn’t have expected, “You want to dance?”

"I mean... so you... uhm, attract more business."

Holding his gave for a moment, she found herself smiling, genuinely appreciating his offer. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Her arms went up over his shoulders, remembering the way he had held her when he had saved her from going overboard. “I forgot to thank you for saving me, in that last battle. So you will have to let me know how I can make it up to you,” she teased, testing his interest. Inviting him to suggest something lewd.
They twirled together, bodies pressed close and the sensation made her giggle. Clearly her throat, she tried covering her glee with conversation, “When Gwynn and Qitarah approached me about the party, I thought it was a ridiculous. And yet, as of now, we are nearly booked through the week. As much as it pains me, I might actually have to admit I was wrong.” A sheepish smirk filled her face as she looked up at him.

Damn, he felt so good wrapped around and against her, as she could think about was how he had felt inside her, pinned against a wall by his strength and his cock. Hells, with the dress she wore right now he wouldn’t even need to rip off her clothes. Just push her up against a wall. Or bent over the railing. Or on his back on the deck, with her riding his hips.

Cheers and wolf whistle pulled her from her erotic fantasies, as she half turned to see what the commotion was. A few of the girls had shot glasses wedged in their corsets, between the cleavage, and others were attempting to retrieve the glasses without the use of their hands. Aurelia just shook her head and laughed, turning back towards Yusef. “Jeez, at this rate some couple is going to end up fucking on the deck, putting on a show for everyone.”
 
Aurelia was a delight to dance with, something he should have expectec. She had been light on her feet, and graceful, and moved well with him, and damn but thos memories were combining with her physical presence to make him hard as a rock! "Yeah," he agreed, trying to take his mind off her, "I thought they were fucking crazy myself. This seemed like a terribke security risk, but..."

They went in to a spin, then he stepped backwards while clapping in time to the rhythm. Aurelia filled the female's role delightfully, hands swaying above her head until they came back together. "But this has been... fun," he admitted. Hooking an arm around her waist he dipped, watching her body arch back and down as her bare thigh curved around his waist for balance. Fuck, he wanted her. Right there on the deck, in front of everyone.

Cheering and cat-calling broke the train of thought, and he pulled her up to her feet. The ladies were playing a game, wagering with prospective patrons about who could recover the most if a drink from bared cleavage. Coins were rapidly changing hands, nit all of it wagers. He could pick out auction-style bids as well, as patrons offered increasing sums of gold for the services of one or anither that had caught their eye.

Despite himself, he started laughing at Aurelua's comment. "Shouldn't be a problem. Just demand a fee, and have one of the girls blindfold the ones that won't pay." He grinned. "Then charge to take it off. Or to leave it on, for thatmatter."

More laughter, and the deceptively demure-looking Lita's breasts glistened with spilled ahruk in the lamplight. Smiling sweetly, she caught the silke hair of the current player - a veiled woman in wrappled in silks - and arched her back as she pulled the woman's mouth to her skin. "I'll have Senzang get a collection jar ready," Yusef grinned.

He started to turn, then stopped. "Of course, I coukd probably get the whole drink without spilling a drop." He let his gaze caress her, imagi ing how she'taste if he didn't, then met her gaze. "Ten endubis?"
 
She’d been wearing a fake grin all night, the playful airs that invited the wealthy to open their purse. After faking it, feeling a genuine smile light up her was nice. Gods, was she actually happy? She wasn’t drunk enough to be this silly and giddy. He dipped her low, and she had to wrap her leg around him to keep balance. Fuck, she could feel how hard he was, pressed against her so. For a moment her mind asked if he really want her, or if he would just fuck anyone who smiled and batted their eyes at him.

No, she wasn’t going to let reason or doubts ruin this for her. His laughter was contagious, and she was laughing alongside him as he suggest charging for such a show. It was an intriguing prospect, especially if he was involved and she wanted to ask if he were offering his services there. Hell, both crews had teased them about it nearly constantly. Maybe it’s shut them up if they could see why they had fucked each other.

“The only problem with that is the very real possibility this whole thing turns into an orgy. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I would really need to charge a hell of a lot more. It is certainly something to consider, next port we come to.” She didn’t really want to talk business right now. Or even think it. She just wanted to get lost in his arms and his eyes and his lips, writhing upon his meat until rapture consumed her. Tonight she didn’t want to sell her body to some wealthy playboy, she wanted to give it to Yusef. Didn’t want to tend to someone else pleasure, but wanted to claim her own. And the look her gave her made it even worse, her longing pooling between her thighs.

“Oh yeah? Ten enubis?” she repeated, hiding the shiver his suggestion elicited. “Why the hell not? I mean, you have to know that even if you win, I am just going to take it back before ht night is done. But hey, you might get lucky when I reach in your pocket, and grab something else.” She teased, unbuttoning her high collar shirt, until the dark valley of cleavage was revealed to him. Grabbing a shot glass and the bottle of rum, she filled the glass and fit it between her breasts. “Remember, no touching,” she murmured, beckoning him with her eyes.
 
"Holy shit!" Eitoku gasped, staring. "Who had today?"

"Not fucking me," Fayette grumbled, not bothering to look. She was busy watching Lita with the veiled - or, more accurately, unveiled - woman, because the two of them looked like they were about to put on an extremely public display. With the woman's husband watching, and she figured it was her duty to ensure that nothing untoward happened. Not without someone getting paid, anyway. But situations like this could get tense.

"It doesn't matter," Eitoku snapped back. "Check it out."

Something in his words made her blink, and then notice everyone else. Everyone in the crew, even the people who were nominally involved with encouraging patrons to part with hard coin, was glancing or outright staring aft. So, she looked. And then she looked again. "Fuck. Me."


Yusef started to turn, then stopped. "Of course, I could probably get the whole drink without spilling a drop." He let his gaze caress her, imagi ing how she'd taste if he didn't, then met her gaze. "Ten endubis?"

“Oh yeah? Ten enubis?” she echoed with a cocky lilt to her voice. “Why the hell not? I mean, you have to know that even if you win, I am just going to take it back before ht night is done." Even as she said it, she was unbuttoning her shirt.

"We've been through this once already," he laughed back, stifling a shiver that had nothing to do with the cool breeze off the bay. "You want to start another fucking riot?"

"But hey, you might get lucky when I reach in your pocket, and grab something else.” There was a teasing note in her voice, and a challenge in her dark eyes as she finished opening the blouse. A man could get lost in the valley beneath, spend hours or days finding a way back out. Happy hours or days.

"You do that," he answered, stretching his neck as she grabbed a glass, "and I'll take it right out of you." Which was a memory and a thought worth having. "Turn you over my knee, and make it so you can't sit for a week."

She filled the glass and fit it between her breasts. “Remember, no touching,” she murmured, beckoning him with her eyes.

"Oh, for certain. No touching." He moved his arms together behind his back as he approached her, lacing the fingers together. He let his lips ghost above hers and down her throat - close enough that she could feel the heat of his skin on hers and the pressure of moving air, but that he wasn't actually touching her. His breath was hot on her breasts as he moved closer to the glass. "Now this isn't fair," he whispered, looking up at her. "Such a small glass? How can I be expected to find such a small thing like this?" A grin. "It's as if you want me to lose."

She smelled like paradise. A heady, womanly scent mixed with sandalwood and steel and jasmine, and the strong bite of the rum mingled pleasantly as he brought his lips to the shot glass. His tongue traced the rim of the glass, the strong liquor burning as he nearly touched the soft mounds that supported it. Then, still looking up at her, he carefully took one end of the glass between his lips and started to pull.

"You are, I believe, Madame Aurelia?"

The unexpected voice made Yusef jump, sending rum flying as he lost control of the shot glass. It wasn't the fact that he'd been spoken to, even though he hadn't heard the speaker approach. It was the nature of the voice. Deep, inhumanly resonant, with alien sibilants. The voice of a demon-spawn. He turned, looking up and up at the towering, horned wall of muscle, and wondered how such a thing had ever snuck up on him.

"I am Annar, Vizir of my liege Rudain az-Zuban ul-Janubiy - the Evening Star rising in the Scorpion." The monstrous figure gestured at a slim, blonde figure that could almost have passed for human. Almost. If it weren't for the down-curving horns and the halo-like golden crown that drifted about its head.

Yusef tensed at the sight, realizing he was looking upon something more than the demon-blooded minor nobles of the Isles. "Captain," he managed, voice slightly strangled. "Captain Aurelia."

"I crave your pardon," Annar rumbled, bowing in courtly fashion. "My liege has tasted of your hospitality, Madame Captain Aurelia, and begs leave to seek your company for the evening. May I inform my liege that you will hear the invitation?"
 
She tried so hard not to giggle as his breath caressed her bare skin, tried not to quiver as his lips brushed against her breasts. Her mind was settled. As soon as he drank down the shot she was going to grab him and kiss him. Admit her desire, and acknowledge his as well. See if he wanted to slip off below deck…

"You are, I believe, Madame Aurelia?"

A loud gasp followed as cool liquor splattered her top and bared skin, rivulets catching the last golden rays of sunset on her dark skin. The glass thudded on the wood on the deck, but did not break. She had just a moment to compose herself, glancing up the large demonspawn as Yusef corrected him on her title.

“No one is accepting clients this evening,” Aurelia explained out of rote, remembering the phrase Qitarah coached her to say, “We’ve just arrived in port, and require proper preparations to receive clients.”

The smaller being whispered something to its servant, before Annar nodded, “My liege says that you smell of the sea, and that scent is more intoxicating than the finest soaps and perfumes. And since this request is so specialized, my liege is prepared to offer you substantial compensation.”

“Substantial compensation? I could certain entertain the invitation,” Aurelia admitted, remembering her duty. Remembering the scores of children she had taken upon herself to house and feed. How could she even think she could give herself to Yusef for free, when so many depended on her for their survival? “Shall we speak in my quarters?” She asked, leading the way. Not wanting to be alone with the two demons, she grabbed Yusef hand.

“Excellent. Now, my liege is interested in an interactive performance, if you will,” Annar explained as they all settled into her room.

“So, I am to play a role?” she asked, nodding, “I have done this before. What should I role play?”

“Why, the Captain, of course,” Rudain spoke up, the voice illuminated by the words. Drawing closer to Aurelia, there was a smile that was terrifying, causing her to shiver in fear. A counterpoint to the way Yusef had made her feel just moments ago.

“Seems reasonable enough,” Aurelia laughed, fidgeting with nervous energy, “and what will be the scene?”

“A mutiny,” Rudain filled in, the word flittering easily off the tongue. “A few of my servants and I will play the crew, and we will overthrow you. Punish you, for the way you have made our lives hell.”

“Rape me,” she clarified, feeling parched by the word.

“Just a game, of course. Nothing you don’t actually want to do.” Rudain insisted, touching her arm. It was not reassuring.

“How many servants?” Aurelia pushed on, despite feeling as if she might be sick at the thought.

“Aside from myself, four,” Rudain offered, before glancing at Yusef with interest, “or five. No more than that, though.”

“That sounds like quite a production,” she interposed, pouring herself some wine from her stores, “What are we talking about, in terms of compensation?” she asked, drinking a mouthful.

“Ten thousand endubis.”

She nearly spit, holding her hand over her mouth to keep the wine in there. With a hard swallow and a cough to clear her throat, she elucidated, “Ten…thousand?”

“That should be sufficient, yes?” Rudian maintained. It was what the entire ship made in a month’s time. It was more than enough to find permanent housing for the children. It was too much to say no to, regardless of what she was asked to do. To let be done to her. She looked over at Yusef, wanting him instead, wishing he just sweep the stuff of her desk and take her on it.

“Where did you want to do this?” Aurelia asked, resigning herself to the task.

“I have my own ship in the harbor, The Lust of the Dagger. For authenticity sake, I think we should do it there. I can make the arrangements to begin in, oh say, an hour? Keep in this outfit; I rather like it on you.”

“Aye, I’ll be there,” she conceded, finishing her glass of wine.

Rudain and Annar turned to leave, but stopped at the door to her quarters. Facing Yusef, the demon smiled again. “Oh, and I insist you bring your bodyguard, because I want you at ease. I won’t do anything to you that you won’t like.”
 
Yusef managed to wait until the door closed before snapping "Bullshit!" His fists clenched in sudden fury as he looked wildly around. Demons!. He could tolerate, even sometimes like, the half-bloods and demonblooded. They had no choice in what they were, after all, and some rose above their ancestry. But the demons... "Fuck!"

The demons had enslaved the archipolago. Twisted the land and the people. Killed his... killed the rightful Caliph and his Queen. And he thought he'd managed to learn to live with it. Accept what the Whisperer in Shadow had done. But... with a snarl of fury he threw his dagger, imagining it sticking in Rudain's back as it embedded itself in the wooden door. "You'll tell him ti go fuck himself and his offer, right? Her offer. Whatever."

When she didn't answer, he spun and stared at her. There was a resigned expression on her face as she stared past him, through the door and out across the unseen harbor. "You're not..?" he began, then fought the urge to slap sense into her as her expression sank in. "Baath M'ell's brazen bed, Aurelia! You can't! Ten thousand endubis? It isn't enough! Not to be raped for a demon's amusement!"


Fuck her. Fuck her and her fucking logic. She needed the money, because she'd taken responsibility for 60 children and young teens. And the money would be eniugh to set them up, get them apprenticed to masters shecould trust. Give them a future, when they'd had none.

Fuck.

"Why am I here, again?" Fayette asked, vouce brittle and overcontrolled. Her scarred fist was white-knuckled on the hilt of her sword as she stared at the Lust of the Dagger, and he could see the effirt it cost her not to scream. Or swear. Or both.

"Because," he answered, working the oars of the ship's boat, "I need you for this."

"Damnit, Nasir Yusef al-Udan!" she snapped, surprising him with her use of his full name. "You kniw how I..."

"That's why I needed you for this, Fay," he said wearily. "I need someone who won't hesitate if this gies badly. Someone who doesn't give a rat's ass about the money, and who'd be itching for an excuse - any excuse - to fucking murder everything on that boat." He gestured with his chin, taking in the two Aurelua had selected from her own crew. "They might hesitate. You won't."

Fayette's expression was controlled, too contrilled, and her posture was rigid. But she managed to nod. Once. "Right. Fine." She drew a shuddering breath. "But if it comes to that, then..."

"Then, if we fail, I'll kill you," he said.

She stared at him fir a minute. "Thank you." Her voice was hard. "And fuck you."
 
It wasn’t their intention to eavesdrop, but Aurelia Safia and Seith had heard the entire conversation between Fayette and Yusef. How could they not? The row boat they were in was not that big. Even if she hadn’t exactly opened up about what happened to her, the crew had sussed out the basic details. Not unlike what many of them had been through as slaves.

Aurelia certainly sympathized with her. Hell, she knew if one of her crew had come to her, detailing Rudain’s offer, she would have had nearly the same reaction as Yusef. More extreme perhaps. But she was the one who had decided to take the orphans onto her ship, and she should be the only one who suffers for that choice, if she could help it. But Yusef’s promise to Fayette had her thinking. If it came to blows, she knew Seith and Safia’s rage would prevent them from being taken alive. Would Yusef grant her a quick, merciful death as well? Or would he let her be subject to the treatment she had sold herself into?

“Yusef will take lead,” Aurelia explained, meeting his eyes from across the boat. She had asked him to carry her spare rapier, while she wore her main one for authenticity sake. “No matter what they do to me, no one makes a move unless he says so.” There was trust in the words. A trust she wouldn’t have suspected she possessed for the man she had hired on less than a month ago. But he was a leader, just like her. He knew what the stakes were. That if things went badly, the retribution could come back on both of their crews. He wouldn’t risk that just for her comfort.

Would he?

They arrived on The Lust of the Dagger, Safia and Seith climbing up first, followed by her and Yusef and finally Fayette. Rudain and Annar, as well as three humans she took to be the servants, wore mock pirate costumes. Each had a blade on their belt, fine steel and as real as her own. The demon had an ornate gilded scimitar at the waist and a goblet in hand, sipping at a thick, dark liquid. Drawing closer to Aurelia, she could smell that it wasn’t alcohol.

“Madame Captain Aurelia, it is a pleasure to have you here tonight,” Rudain welcomed, taking her hand with a free one. It was brought to Rudain’s lips, still sticky with whatever was in the goblet. Aurelia swore she didn’t want to know.

“It is…” she started, words leaving her, not finding one to be honest. With forced smile, she managed, “It is an honor, to be here.”

Rudain walked around her, silken soft fingers trailing over her coat dress, until the demon was behind her. “I hope we can get started right away. My vision has us fighting and overpowering you until we have you at the end of a blade, at which point you beg us to let you live. Offer your body up as proof your life has any worth left.” It was a vicious parody of what she would actually do in the situation, but she just nodded, swallowing down her objections.

“Very good!” the demon cheered, grabbing Aurelia’s hand to grab her own blade. Sweat slick fingers gripped the handle, let her real fear flavor her performance. “Places! We have our Captain surrounded, and she will know our displeasure.” With two claps, Rudain’s servants pulled their weapons, forming a half circle around her. From behind she could hear Rudain’s weapon clear it’s sheathe.

“You no longer lead this ship, Captain Aurelia!” The demon called, as the others closed in to being their assault.
 
"Relax, Fay," Yusef breathed, his own voice a tightly controlled whisper. "She's a professional. She knows what she's doing."

Fayette stood rigid, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword as she watched the demon's crew close in on Aurelia. Five of them, counting the demon and its Vizir. Three men, one woman, and whagever the androgynous prince was. Her eyes flickered wildly, assessing all of them, waiting fir the word to attack. "And if she doesn't?"

"Just what we planned, then," he murmured. "One warning. Then we kill all of them."

The only response Fayette offered was the hoarse rasp of her breathing.



Only the humans closed in, leaving the demons to watch - Annur hungrily and Rudain with mild interest. They moved in a circle, positioning themselves so that no matter which way she turned two of them would be flanking her. "Give up now, Captain," taunted one of them - a tall, lean man with an olive complexion and glossy black hair and goatee. "And we'll take it easy on you."

"Soeak for yourself!" mocked another - a bald mountain of a man that moved with an easy grace that belied his bulk. "Bitch has had this coming fir a while!"

"Easy," purred the third - an olive-skinned woman with long chocolate hair caught back in a simple braid. "Plenty for all of us, I think. What's the matter, Captain? No clever words, now?" She licked her lips and lunged in, raising her voice to be heard over the ring if steel on steel. "Don't worry! I'll find a use fir that tongue soon enough!"
 
Aurelia deflected the first blow, side stepping the lunge. Her blade locked up with the next, disrupting her attempts to dodge. Before she could break the deadlock, there was a shoulder digging into her back. She stumbled forward several paces, the tall man grabbing her before shoving her back again. She had to remind herself that was a game, clenching her blade instead of lashing out at the sudden opening. It went against every instinct she possessed, to surrender, to give in, to lose. She forced herself to think of the money, and the orphans. Not Yusef’s judgmental glare.

It was a moment’s hesitation, but that was really all it took in melees like this. A fist gathered her hair, yanking her back. Cool steel kissed her throat, biting ever so slightly. “It’s over bitch,” The bigger man growled, pulling her hair tighter, “drop it.” Her sword clattered on the wooden deck, but his grip did not falter.

“Beg for your worthless life,” The woman snarled, keeping the blade trained on her. Aurelia caught Yusef’s eyes for a second. Was she imagining her own regret, reflected on his eyes? “Beg!” The woman repeated, tearing through her doubts.

She broke the glance, “Please, please don’t. I’ll…” The words wouldn’t come, tasting bitter on her tongue. She had lived this already. Never, never again. Money and orphans, money and orphans. “I’ll do anything. Anything, just don’t kill me.”
“Prove it,” The tall men invited, working at his pants. A foot kicked the back of her knee, sending her down hard on the deck. She was eye level with a cock as she recovered, and her immediate reaction was to recoil away. His meat struck her cheeks and prodded her lips, leaving her smeared with his precum. “Come on, whore. This is for your life.”

Not just yours, she reminded herself, reaching fingers up to curl around the cock. Up and down she moved, opening her mouth. Her tongue laved at the tip of his manhood, before taking him in her mouth. With eyes closed, she got to work, putting the game to the side. She just needed to suck him off. Bring him to his knees with her skills. Even if she was on her knees now.

“Oh, our captain looks good on her knees,” The woman scoffed, joining her there. Slender fingers worked at her dress while she worked down the cock. Those same slender fingers groped at her breast, stirred by the ocean breeze, only briefly interrupting her rhythm. “You look good, but you are going to have to do better if you hope to live.” With that nails dug into the back of her head, forcing her lips down the shaft. Forcing more of her ally’s member in Aurelia mouth and throat. The sudden movement had her convulsing for a moment, struggling to regain her composure. But the man fucking her throat didn’t want her composure, her struggles for breath driving him to the edge. The woman assisted, not letting her up for a moment. Finally Aurelia broke free, gasping and coughing, turning away as cum splattered her face, hair and breast.

“You yet live, slut!” the tall man laughed, ripping off a strip of her dress to clean himself off.
 
"Looks fucking good on her knees, don't she?" the walking mountain if a man laughed, stroking his massive erection lazily. It was bumped oddly, and the bumps rolled and moved beneath his skin. Then his foot caught her in tge back, just hard enough to send her sprawling forward. Before Aurelia could recover completely he was behind her, a massive hand twisting in her hair to hold her still as his cock slammed deep into her cunt.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling her walls stretch around his meat and the tiny spheres massaging his cock and her cunt simultaneously. "Not so high and might now, are you bitch? Think you're fucking better than me, do you?" His belly slamned into her ass as he pounded himself deep into her, and he released her hair to wrap a meaty hand around her slim throat. "Tell me," he grunted. "Tell me you love this thick cock." He xqueezed a littel, constricting her air slightly. "Tell me how much you love getting raped, you whore!"


Yusef trembked with fury, trying to force himself to remember it was just a game. Just an act. Tried to remember that she was a professional, well-paid for her services. But the sight of her getting fucked mercilessly by a man boasting of rape, and the strangled sounds she made while he choked her, and his cry of release as he pumped his cum into her... all of it made him want to kill.



The big man hadn't quite finished when he pulled out, sending a last spurt if his seed across her ass. As he released her throat thetall man put his foot on her hip and pushed, rolling her onto her back. And then he was forcing her kbees apart, his cock driving deep into her cum-lubricared cunt. "Slut," he sneered, striking her a stinging blow across the face. "Fucking whore," he added, pounding deep into her. "Take it! Take it, bitch! I wanna hear you scream!"

"Thzt might be hard," the olive skinned woman observed, dropping her breeches to the floor. Stepping carefulky, she lowered her bare-shaved slit onto Aurelua,s face. "Because I've got a use for her mouth, and she's going to use it right." There was venom in her eyes as she stared downwards. "Otherwise," she added, holding her hand up and curlung the fingers together like a spearpoint, "I've got dibs on that untouched ass of yours..."
 
Whatever arousal Yusef had inspired in her as they danced and flirted had evaporated by now, as she was tossed down on the deck. She had wanted to get fucked, and even hard, but not like this. Not with a man she didn’t know, while the man she wanted watched. But fucked she was, impaled on a thick cock. The balls were a strange sensation, one that might even feel good in another context, but now they just added to the friction, and to her ache.

Rudain had paid for her humiliation, her pain. At least the cries and screams were a small mercy, an outlet for her violation. After awhile she was adjusting to him, accepting his meat more easily. That was until he started choking her, however. The fingers wrapped around her throat as he taunted her, causing her to seize up even as he plowed her. She was growing dizzy by the end of it, as his climax soaked her slit and streaked her ass.

Still gasping, she was pushed onto her back, no break from her assault. It was hard not to remember her days as a slave, from the way they treated her. She had fought tooth and nail to break free, so she could never be treated like that again. No other client could have gotten away with this. Hell, if she didn’t have the orphans to consider, she couldn’t say for sure she would have taken the job. But she did, so she had, and now she was used again, already feeling sore from her harsh treatment. And her night had just begun.


Annar and Rudain approached the bodyguards as they looked on, barely concealed discomfort and distress in their eyes. The demon found it completely satisfying, that anguish that lay just beneath the surface.

“My Liege believes this performance might be even more entertaining and authentic if one of you were to join in. Having a member of her own crew betray her so,” Annar suggested, to horrified looks from Safia and Seith. Fayette didn’t even look, just stared straight ahead with her jaw tightened. Rudain shrugged, figuring it to be a long shot, but seeing no harm in trying. The shock of the offer was amusing enough, and there was one angle to pursue.

“Surely you must want to,” The demon suggested to Yusef, “She flirted with you, teased you, only to spread her legs so eagerly for me. That just has to get under your skin, doesn’t it? Shouldn’t she pay, for getting your hopes up and your blood pumping?” Aurelia’s pained moans had played background to the conversation, until her voice was smothered by the woman’s cunt.


Licking the cunt of the woman riding her face gave Aurelia something to focus on beside the throb of her tender slit. There was some jealousy now, as she had hoped to mount Yusef like this, and let him fill her with tongue as she swallowed his cock. Instead her entire body was used to satisfy others, and Yusef despised her. She pushed down the thought, pushing two fingers into the woman’s cunt, massaging her silken folds while her tongue tickled her clit.

Between her thighs, vicious thrusts threaten to disrupt her concentration. She clenched as he hammered her barrier, trying to prevent him from damaging her, but only succeeding in encouraging him. He slammed into her, the ejaculate left in her the only thing mitigating his onslaught. Another load was shot into her, squelching as he fucked his cum into her well used depths, and withdrew to shoot the last stream on her breasts.



Still, the mercenary captain seemed hesitant, so Rudain sought to sweeten the deal.“I’ll take Annar out of the game, so you can have her next, and repay the loyalty she’s shown you.” Annar disrobed, his massive figure revealed to be pure muscle, and his cock proportionate to his frame. Rudain smiled at Yusef, reveling in his ire, “So, is it going to be you, or Annar?”
 
The offer was... tempting. And not just for the opportunity to fuck Aurelia again. Because Annur was a veritable monster, and the cries Aurelia made sounded more like pain than pleasure. Sparing her this next experience would be a mercy, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it? He caught Fayette's rigid, controlled expression, and sighed.

"No."

Rudain looked surprised. "No?"

"No." Yusef folded his arms defiantly. "Not as a mock rape, no." He grinned, not feeling the levity in his voice. "Now, if you want me to play the loyal first officer who rescues his captain from her degradation and accepts the physical demonstration of her gratitude, then we can talk."

Rudain stared at him for a moment. "Annur," she finally said.


A shadiw fell across the tall man as the last of his spunk splattered across her breasts, and a heavy hand cuffed him aside. "My turn," Annur declared, cock twitching as he watched the olive-skinned woman shudder through her orgasm. She scrambled away, cunt still clenching in the last throes of pleasure, and Annur stood where he was until Aurelia focused up on him.

"That's right, Captain," he laughed as he saw her expression. "You're probably stretched out enough for me now." His hands were rough, but surprisingly gentle as he picked her up and pushed her against the wall. He leered as he examined her proud figure, then opened a mouth filled with fangs. A long forked tongue extended, caressing one nipple as blunt-talonedfingers parted her cum-slick folds and teased her clit.

"You're going to cum, Captain," he laughed. "You're going to cum as I rape you, and you're going to beg to cum." A talon circled her clit, gently stimulating it. "You're going to remember that you begged to be raped."
 
There was no acting as Aurelia’s eyes went wide at the sight of Annur. His thighs were as thick as her hips and his cock was larger than any she had ever attempted before. He had a point, that it would have been rather painful to take first, but sore and swollen from the first two men did not sit well with her. She trembled as he teased her, his strange serpentine tongue disconcerting on her skin.

It took great effort not to scoff at his assertion. That she might come, or would even want to beg him. But, it wasn’t her choice. She was being paid, and this was part of the payment. Putting on the act that was expected of her. So she closed her eyes, imaging that it was Yusef making demands of her. Yusef, teasing her clit, telling her to beg to be fucked. A game they might have played tonight, if only she hadn’t accepted this job.

“Please…” she exhaled, focusing on her throbbing clit, and not the violence that would soon follow. Remember how expertly Yusef used her. “Please. Oh gods, more please!” Eyes squeezed shut, she could almost imagine that Yusef was with her, enjoying the way he toyed with her. “Fuck, I’m…I’m close. I want…fuck…I want to cum.”

“You want me to fuck you so you can cum?” Annur filled in, his fiendish voice mocking her. She managed to overlay the demand with Yusef’s cocky tone.

“I want you-” -Yusef, “Fuck me. Please…fuck me.”

With that the half demon wrapped his massive hands around her thighs, lifting her and lining her up with his cock. He dragged her down his length, splitting her apart. Her whine was high pitched, her fantasy of Yusef faltering. Yusef had been thick, but he fit perfectly in her. This was…too much. But his talons continued to press it, keeping her in a confusing mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck bitch, you are fucking tight!” Annur growled, withdrawing a bit before thrusting back in her. His strokes work in tandem with his finger on her clit, flavoring each pleasant twitch with a aching throb. Both motions sped up, the friction confusing her as she tried to find some pleasure in the act.

"Gods, fuck, I'm, I'm coming!" she screamed, clenching down on Annur. The demon howled, and forced himself half inside her, all that fit, and flooded her with a torrent of his climax
 
All eyes were on Aurelia as she screamed that she was cumming and as Annur threw back his head and roared his release. His seed, mingled with the seed of two other men, gushed and dripped down her thighs, splattering on the deck as he pounded his massive meat into her taut-stretched sex. Fayette watched in icy calm, while Yusef shook with barely contained rage. Rudain, for it's part, merely observed and licked its lips.

"Hah!" Annur roared triumphantly. "Take it, slut! Trying to command men! Now you kniw your place, don't you! know what you are to men!" He kissed her roughly, prehensile tongue stroking the inside of her throat as the kast of his cum emptied into her. "Just another cunt, to be used!" Laughing, he pulked out and dropped her to the floor, then seized her hair. "Clean me," he demanded, slapping his sticky semi-hard dick against her face. "Show me how much you fucking loved it!"

He held her there, growing visibly harder as her lips and tongue worked his meat. Then, without warning, he gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open. Barely half his meat fit into her mouth before his thick head pushed against her tonsils, and there was a dark hunger in his eyes as he held her head still and roughly fucked her throat. Mercifully, it didn't take long before he came again, flooding her throat and mouth with bitter, hot seed before jerking her off to paint her face and throat and chest with his cum.

"Cunt," he said, throwing her to the ground. His massive fist wrapped around his cock, pumping it. "Still haven't touched that tight ass of yours. A heavy booted foit landed on her back, pinning her to the floor. "Beg me, captain. Beg me to fuck that tight ass."

"Annur," Rudain said gently, miving forward with tiny steps. "That's eniugh. My turn, I believe."

The half-demon stepoed away, and immediately the oluve-skinned woman was on her knees before him, stroking and licking his cock. "Take me," she begged. "Please, Master Annur. Take me while our Master has her!" He cuffed her away and bent over her,and she screamed a keening wail of agonized ecstacy as his massive cock drove into her ass.

Rudain lifted Aurelia to her feet gently, the golden halo unfolding like great wings to surround them both. "It didn't have to be like this," it said, clothes dissolving away as they both drifted, suddenly free of the bonds of gravity. It's naked body pressed against her bare back, still giving no signs of which - if any - gender the demon was. "It still doesn't."

Hands caressed her skin, tracing the marks left by the rough games, and golden fire and tingling warmth remained in their wake. A hand caressed her jaw, stealing the soreness from throat and mouth. Glowing fingers stroked her clit and explored her slit, healing the small tears and transforming the aches into exquisite sensation. "I am a generous master, Aurelia," he murmured, his voice like sweet warm honey in her ears. That voice seemed to coat her skin, mingling with the golden radiance of the wing-halo to envelooe her in pleasure.

"I ask so little in return," it whispered, the voice seeming to reverberate directly in her mind. His touch seemed to pass through her skin, playing her nerves directly like a harp. Who would have known that a feather touch inside the chambers of the heart was erotic, or that behind the eye was an erogenous zone? "Just.. obedience. Devotion." Tthe hands reached deeper, touching her soul directly with a sensation like shuddering icy flame. "Such a little to give, for so much."

A flash of pain, as fangs pierced the skin if her throat, and then a fevered rush as her blood gushed into its mouth. Its touch was everywhere suddenly, within and upon her, as her life poured into the demon's throat. And then, as if from a distance, a single harsh word intruded.

"STOP!"
 
More and more Annur demanded, until she was choking on his cock, reaching her limits, ready to ask Yusef to step in. She coughed and gasped, saliva and semen dripping from her lips as more spunk lashed her. She felt disgusting, and she knew she looked it, catching the way her people watched the scene without looking at her. Almost over, she told herself. Just a bit more, she could endure; just a bit more and most of her problems would be solved. Almost over, she hoped and prayed. She shied away he had demanded her ass, almost grateful that Rudain stepped in to put a stop to it. Almost.

Wobbly legs barely managed to hold up her weight as she stood for Rudain, but soon it didn’t matter. Soon neither were standing, with was extremely disconcerting for Aurelia. As was the demon’s touch on her skin, warm, and rejuvenating her injuries. There were some priests that possessed such power, but Aurelia had never felt anything like it before. It was intended to relax her, but it had her more on edge, wondering what exactly Rudain intended to do to her, that required she be healed first.

"I am a generous master, Aurelia." Rudain’s voice might have melted against her skin, but the words pounded in her ears, like standing too close to a ringing bell.

“No,” she exhaled, shuddering as the demon’s touch pierced her skin. Inside her body in ways she neither consented to nor understood. It was bliss, and it was wrong, in congruent with her desire. Tempting and terrifying, it would be so easy to give in. So easy and so dangerous.

"I ask so little in return. Just…obedience. Devotion.” Was she hearing the words, or feeling them? Her ability to resist was being sapped, the demon reaching into her essence to manipulate her mind. She tried to refute, tried to reject, tried to rebel, but how could she? How could she deny something inside her?

A choked cry left her lips as Rudain fed on her. She had no idea what to expect, only knew that Qitarah did this rarely for her clients, and charged a ridiculous amount to do so. Not quite the amount she was receiving to put on this humiliating show but…

"STOP!"

The voice cut through the haze, the dizziness, her own acquiescence. Rudain stopped sucking, but did not leave her neck, her blood still tricking into the demons mouth.

“Stop,” Aurelia repeated, gasping, “this isn’t…not what we agreed…”

Rudain stepped back, letting them both float back to the ground. “You are right, of course.” With a nod, the men who had participated in the performance brought out a chest and placed it before Yusef. Rudain was still behind her, and whispered against her ear, “I can ten times that in your cargo hold tomorrow-”

“I…”

“-Stay with me. As my concubine. You will never know such exquisite bliss. Neither you, nor your crew, will ever have to sell yourselves again. All I ask is obedience and devotion.”

“I can’t answer now,” Aurelia evaded, moving away from Rudain. Her coat dress was soiled and torn, but it was all she had to cover herself with now.

Rudain licked the fingers that were still covered in Aurelia’s violation, not wavering its golden gaze.“I can quite patient. Take a week, Aurelia, and decide. Just know that…the blood of old kings cannot keep you from me.”

“Are we done here?” She asked, hiding the way her voice cracked when she feared what answer she might get.

“Yes we are done tonight, Captain,” Rudain suggested, the title mocking on its tongue. The servants leered at her as she tried to put herself together, clean herself off as well as she could. Safia and Seith loaded the money onto the row boat, and she follow behind, with Yusef and Fayette coming in behind her. There was an uncomfortable silence for many minutes, as the boat churned the water and The Lust of the Dagger faded into the darkness and fog.

“Captain, you aren’t…” Safia started, her voice strained with emotion.

“Of course not,” Aurelia snapped, before exhaling her anger, “But it would have been dangerous to say no to the demon’s face. I need time to resupply and house some of the orphans, but we will leave port in three days, under the cover of night. Just…not a word of this to anyone else. Not yet. No one needs to know what happened here.” Tearing another strip from her ruined gown, she did what she could to clean herself, knowing it would never be enough.

“Are you okay?” Fayette finally asked, breaking the tense quiet.

“I’m fine. It was just an act.” There wasn’t a soul on that rowboat who believed those words, but Aurelia just repeated it, “Just an act. I’m fine.”
 
Just an act. I'm fine.

Yusef pased the darkened deck of the Silken Siren, too keyed up to slerp. Just an act. I'm fine. The words kept playing through his mind, the words and the hollow tone of voice she'd said them in, and the memories of what had been done to her. What she'd done. She'd been a willing participant, but...

"We could go burn that fucking boat, Captain." He hadn't even noticed when Fayette had joined him, falling in alongside him as he paced. "Everyone's zboard but Karim. We could be over theremurdering demons before they know we hit them."

It was on the tip of his tongue to agree. "Fuck," he griwled. "Rudain would kill us all."

"We could take it!" Fayette rejoinrd, a dark gleam of hate in her eyes.

Yusef sighed. "All of us together, maybe. Maybe. But it's a demon prince, Fayette. And we don't have any weapons of legend, or powerful sorcerers, or divinely-gifted champions. How many of us would die?"

There was a peculiar look in her eyes at his words, but she nodded. And then she kicked the deck. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck."

"You're telling me," he grumbled. "And I have to be the voice of reason, too." He hesitated. "Are you all right? I know some..."

"No, but I'll live," she said, forcing a grimace that aporoximated a smile. "All I did was watch." Now it was her turn to hesitate. "Go talk to her, Captain."

"Right, yeah." He headed aft, then paused. "Uhm... where's Karim?"

A shrug. "Bodyguarding. Seems Gwynn accepted a client."

"Oh." He thought about that. "What, the John wants to watch, ot..?"

"Dunno. Now go make sure our employer's not falling apart."

I'm fine. It was just an act.[/i Gritting his teeth, he hammered on the door. "Aurelia"
 
Aurelia sat in the bath long after it stopped being warm. She cleaned herself as well as she could, but she still felt used. Felt the fingers that touched her insides. Felt that stain on her soul that nothing could purify.

The door pounded, the violence in the act causing her to flinch into herself. But it was just Yusef, and after a deep breath she found her voice, “Give me a moment.” Shivering, she stood, pulling a long coat out of her chest and cinching at the waist. It probably didn’t matter. He had seen her, all of her, just an hour before. More than he had seen the night they were together. Still, wearing something made her feel little better. More in control.

She opened the door to him, signaling him inside. “I glad you are here, I am going to need your help. I want to set up as many of the orphans as possible before we leave. The less mouths we have to feed the less strain on our resources. With your help, we can cover twice as much ground.” Aurelia started listing off, not giving him a chance to lecture or pity her. She poured herself a drink as she spoke, swallowing it down and pouring another before offering him some.

“Do you know what sort of supplies you will need on the other ship? I will need a manifest so I can secure that as soon as possible. Eventually Gwynn will start handling it, but we don’t have time for me to train her on all the small details right now. How are the orphans taking to sailing? Will they work, or do you need more experienced sailors over there?” She let questions fill the silence. Fill the tension. She didn’t even give him a chance to answer, just spoke, and continued to speak . She took another drink, and brushed her hair back behind her ear, finding herself anxious as she ran out of things to consume her mind.

“And, uh, thank you for not doing anything rash. It’s…” She looked up into his eyes before turning to pour herself another drink, “it’s good to know I can trust you not to overreact.”
 
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