Spirits of the Earth

"We should have just asked the men to do this, Captain" Lemaire heard his first mate breathily say as he hauled himself up and over a thick tree root. He ignored him. It was only one of Zain's usual complaints. He learned over the years that it was best stopped by ignoring it. He continued to tread forward into the jungle. Zain knew very well that this was the kind of adventure he lived for. Zain very well had the chance to just sit and wait for him at the beach but instead, like always, chose to follow him.

The sun was high in the sky but you would barely know it. Thick trees grew all around them that blocked out the sky. It was hard traversing through the jungle and if there were any creatures lurking about under their feet, they would not notice until one of them got bit. The soil was made of dark powder, fine like desert sand but as black as the night sky. They had to exercise the muscles of their eyes in order to differentiate one thing from another because everything was of a dark hue that it all seemed to blend together.

Lemaire had no idea where they were. That was the attraction of the place to him, actually. They chanced upon it when they were caught off-guard by a fierce storm in the middle of their run from Serendipity to Thanatos. They held on as best they could and by the next morning, they found themselves shipwrecked on this strange black island. None of his charts told of any such island anywhere in the vicinity of their last known position. Neither he nor any of his crew ever heard of such an island in all their time as sailors. It was an island straight out of a myth. Lemaire wanted so much to explore it.

After taking score of everything, they found that the Sea Lion still stood a chance at seaworthiness once the various damages to its hull were repaired. Their supplies and cargo, however, were a different thing. The textiles they were carrying were soaked beyond repair; the sugar, mostly washed away; and their own stores of food only minimally salvageable and water completely gone. Majority of the crew was set to cutting down lumber to repair the ship while three teams were dispatched to find more food and water. One of the teams consisted of himself and Zain who refused to leave him to his own devices.

The crunching of leaves under their feet and the sound of his sword clearing the way before them was what was mostly audible for a time. Occasionally, there was the call of a winged predator in the skies, or insects buzzing by their ears but it was mostly just their own sounds and the howl of the wind through the trees. Eventually though, they found a river cutting through the forest. Lemaire took a sip and found it was fresh water. Zain unloaded himself of the water containers he carried on his back and set about to filling it.

"Well, aren't you going to help?" Zain nagged, looking up to see Lemaire stringing an arrow to the bow he was carrying on his back.

Lemaire did not bother to reply. He merely faced up river and started to jog. He wanted to see more and hunting was a good excuse to do just that.

Zain decided to continue filling the containers.

''My my.... guests...'' A sly smile formed on the face of the person the island belonged to. It was not often that there were any this far away on sea. ''I should give them... a warm welcome.''

He raised from the obsidian throne he had fashioned for himself and paced briefly, thinking what course of action to take. The light of the lava creating various shadows in the vulcanic glass. After a short while he called in a few of his female slaves, wearing nothing more then thread with pearls or a small amount of tight leather clothing.

''Reel them in. I am sure our guests are hungry'' he said calmly and on their bare feet the women left the room. Of course those women would not do everything. Jasorus after all did not always have fun too.

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First a group of three women reached Lemaire although a small time later Zain had been found as well. Each group having a woman carrying a basket with berries.

The women at Lemaire soon revealed themselves. ''My my. It is not often strangers visit  our little island.'' a woman with brown curls spoke.

Those near Zain appearantly were more of the giggling type.

Lemaire had heard some rustling in the underbrush. He stopped to listen for more sounds thinking that it may be something worth hunting. He heard it again and carefully walking towards the direction, arrow at the ready, followed it to its source.

What awaited him completely dumbfounded him. It was a group of beautiful, curvaceous, enchanting women, robed in nothing but mere pearls or accessories to enhance their already magnificently shaped bodies. “Well..” was all he could mutter, his weapon unconsciously lowering to get a better view. His eyes focused and unwittingly strayed all around one of the women in particular-- the one with soft brown curls. The woman must have noticed his hot gaze because she spoke.

“Oh I’m no stranger, don’t you remember?” He replied, his tone going deep and sensual. He took one step closer to her. “I’m your rogue merchant prince here to rescue you.” he said gazing into her eyes. He also glanced at the other two and added. “As well as your and yours” nodding at each woman in turn. “So, would you like to get on my ship? And perhaps partake of your delicious looking berries while we’re at it?”


Meanwhile, Zain was still in the middle of filling his containers with water when he heard a giggle in front of him. On the opposite side of the stream, three very naked women stood looking at him. “Oh good Hakeshna!” he exclaimed. Then putting away his water container and composing himself, added. “I’m sorry” he began, trying to will himself to look away but never did. “...you startled me.” He continued, noticing the very plump bosoms they displayed-- sweet round objects just waiting to be worshiped.

He summarily closed his open mouth though still unsuccessful at diverting his gaze. “Ladies, perhaps you would like to cover yourselves so that we can continue with our discussion?” He asked with as much respectfulness as he could muster. “...Or maybe be comfortable as you are.” he added with a most insincere smile.

Due to his reaction, the women near Zain only giggled more. ''Cover ourselves huh? Alas this is how the women on this island mainly dress. We are curious though why a man is here, taking water from our sacred place. You might anger the God of this island.'' a woman with soft red hair said and alluringly let her tongue pass by her lips. Men were so, so easy.

''So what... is a man doing here we wonder.''

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The woman smiled seductivly. Our rogue merchand prince huh? I suppose I remember. But we are just with three. We could never leave the rest of our sisterhood behind.'' the brunette calmly stepped towards Lemaire. ''Do you have more saviours on your ship mi-lord? It might help.''

"Sisters? Of course there should be more of you. And I do assume that as beautiful as your mother no doubt is, I'd have more daughters too if I was your father." Lemaire coolly replied to the forward sister, his interest greatly... aroused. "More saviours, you say?..." his eyebrow quirked in question.

Lemaire contemplated whether it was worth telling the truth but seeing as how it favors himself to admit to the opposite, "Despite being by myself, I assure you this merchant prince is enough to satisfy whatever you need of him." was his reply, arms opening wide.


Zain looked right and left, wondering if Lemaire was anywhere near them. Seeing they were alone, he continued his conversation.

"How you n-normally dress?" he asked with a gulp. That thought made his mind malfunction for a moment. "Should I be d-d-dressed as is custom then?" He grabbed the buttons at his chest. Alas, he was interrupted.

Even though most of the blood in his body was directed elsewhere at the moment, he did have enough in his head to wonder quite a few things. He deliberated whether it was a good idea to tell these girls about his comrades. How does he know that they did not mean to rain a thousand men on their camp to enslave them all? How does he know they weren't some cannibals eager to slaughter and roast him and his men?

But then, the girl with the red hair licked her already mesmerizingly supple lips and primal instincts took over. "I was washed overboard in a storm. Then the next thing I know, I'm here." he relayed, summoning all the dishonesty that ever did dwell in his body. "C-could you possibly take me to your home?" he requested, slightly afraid but mostly more than one kind of hungry.

''If you say so. There are after all a lot of us.'' The brunette bit her lowerlip as she pressed ger body softly against that of Lemaire. Making a walking movement with her fingers over his chest. ''We will show you our sanctuary. We do not after all get a lot of visitors.''

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''Of course we can.'' the redhead said although it was a blonde woman who approached Zain and took one of his hands in both of hers.

''Also, this is how we dress. How you wish to present yourself is of course up to you.'' Her gaze went to the running stream. ''My my it looks like you indeed did anger the island God.'' she spoke as the water of the stream turned bloodred before pitchblack. ''I am sure that if you plead before him that you will be forgiven. I do recommend to return the water you took before that is turned into poison too.''

Lemaire felt his temperature rise, his senses heightening at the spot where her fingers trailed on his chest. He stared into her eyes and felt as if he was drowning in an ocean. Though somehow, it was an exhilarating kind of drowning. He snaked his arm behind her and lowered his lips to taste hers. "Yes, take me to heaven."


Zain quickly let go of all the water he was carrying around his person. He even spat in case any of the liquid got into his mouth. Then, like a blind puppy, he followed the women's swaying hips as they led on. He didn't even notice that the water in the stream he was wading in just a second ago had turned black and steamed like acid.

Wherever Lemaire was, he was hoping he was having a hell of a time. He was sure he was going to be.

The woman allowed her lips to touch those of Lemaire. It was more like a brush though. ''We will bring you.'' she said before giving his lowerlip a teasing nibble and released herself from his arms. The other two woman in the meantime having approached too and gently and playfully pulled the man along with them to one of the entrances that lead into the obsidian mountain. It was warm in there but not unbearably hot. Lava flowing between walls of the vulcanic glass.

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Zain too was lead into the mountain. The surface of the obsidian was smooth on the floor but engravings and shapes were present in the walls. In the whole mountain was a soft scent of flowers and warm spices. A vanilla or star anise kind of scent.
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Despite the entrances were different, both men were guided to the same room where more women were waiting. Lemaire however had reached the room only a few minutes earlier.

''My dear sisters, our saviour has arrived.'' the brunette spoke and all women released a cheer of joy.  A goblet of fine wine being presented to Lemaire by one of them.

Lemaire savored that kiss, fleeting though it was. He had to content himself with trying to steal a feel of their bouncier parts as they led him through a tunnel and into a larger, wider room that was filled with dozens of young fair lasses ripe for the picking. When they finally stopped, he was in the process of capturing the beauty holding his right hand and stealing a kiss from her when the brown-haired sister declared his arrival. As they cheered, he took a bow and blew a few kisses. When one of them presented him a cup of wine, he took her hand instead, pulled her close, snaked an arm around her waist, and stole a kiss from her. "I have cups of wine aplenty. If you really want to thank me, I have a few better ideas in mind." he whispered in her ear and sucked a little on her lobe. "Your sisters are very much welcome to join us or wait their turn." he added, gliding both of his hands to cup her bottom and press her closer, his need even more evident. He was licking her neck, enjoying the sweet taste of her flesh when a very familiar voice interrupted him.

"Captain!" came Zain's voice from somewhere to his left.

Lemaire ignored the voice and pretended he was only hearing things. He was, after all, drunk... with lust. He continued his exploration and was just about to ascend a holy mound when Zain's voice called to him again, this time nearer.

Lemaire did not like the idea of sharing this treasure trove. He'd shared enough treasure with his first mate over the years. But this... this he wanted all to himself. With a sigh of frustration, he craned his head and spoke to his first mate. "I do believe, Zain, that you once said to me that you would do anything I said. Now, I'm commanding you to turn your ass around and pretend you did not see me. Preferably for a month or two."

''Ahw. Not something you can decide though. It is our home is it not? So also our rules. But not to worry. Your friends has to make something right to  our God. He did take from the sacred stream.'' The woman with the goblet spoke.

She swayed with her hips as she walked towards Zain and took a sip before placing her lips on hers to give him the wine indirectly. When done doing so she licked her lips. ''Come. Our God is waiting for you.''

The women near Lemaire though got closer to him, placing their hands on his clothes to take them off piece by piece. ''Not to worry our saviour... you will be treated well.''

Zain was surprised to see Captain Lemaire. He was a little dismayed too. He was looking forward to some alone time with them. But now the Captain was here. He wanted to consult him about the best course of action. With this many people, (noticing all the individuals in the room regardless of gender and state of dress.) they could very well have the Sea Lion underway a lot faster. It would also greatly boost their men's morale to have a little bit of fun-- as vexing as the idea of sharing was. But he also questioned whether mentioning their real circumstance in the midst of strangers was wise. He had, after all, also lied to them himself. He could only imagine what they would do to them if they found out he had lied. Okay, they already have seeing as "alone" does not equal to him and the captain. Granted, whatever they do he may actually enjoy, it would be best to be unharmed when on an unknown location filled with natives with questionable motives.

Captain Lemaire seemed to be enjoying himself greatly. Zain was sort of jealous and wanted to start in on his own action. But as the voice of reason between the two of them, he had to do what he must. He called out to the captain but was ignored. Oh lords! They were getting hot and heavy. He didn't know if he should look away or not.

A hand meandered under his shirt, over the bare skin of his belly heading towards the south. A slight "ah"escaped his mouth. He enjoyed the sensation greatly and wanted to guide those naughty hands himself but stopped them instead when he remembered he was in the presence of his captain-- occupied though he may be. Though dulled, his state of mind was, he still had ahold of enough of his senses to notice that the wine bearer woman was trying too hard to make Lemaire drink from the cup. He called out to him once again, this time walking lose of the arms that held him and taking a few steps closer to the other man. Lemaire spared his lips just long enough to make him go away. He was about to actually run towards his sworn brother and bodily tackle him himself but his own cupbearer got in front of him and forced her lips on his. He felt something brush against his already sensitive organ and he felt his strength leave him a little. She pried his mouth open with her tongue and he could not resist the temptation. He captured hers with his and tasted the sweetness of the wine that ran from her lips. He drank greedily, now placing both his hands on her back, making them explore the silken terrain.

Now everything felt right in the world.

When their kiss ended, she led him somewhere and he followed quite willingly.


Lemaire went back to what he had been doing-- worshipping on the holy mound. He was sucking on it like a hungry babe when he felt a pair of hands on his belt. He felt another pair from behind on the buttons of his shirt. Within seconds, off it came. Another was following the trail on his groin downwards. He looked over to see the blond vixen pulling his belt away. Her eyes were intense. He reached a hand out and pulled her close enough to lick her lips, his tongue invading her mouth to demand a dance with hers. As the passion in him rose, that same hand that captured her now went towards the area between her legs. He wanted nothing more than to make her moan. With his other hand, he felt for another head of silken locks and guided it to the wanton area on his body most in need of attention.

Taking the opportunity of lust Lemaine was given wine the same way as Zain and the women were all eager enough to get their hands on both men. Zain was lead to the other side of the room where more then one started to please him and one another. Out of sight and hearing distance from Lemaire who was given the same treatment. The women were eager and soon enough a mouth was around Lemaire's manhood. The blonde woman he toached, moaning softly.

The fun however was soon to come to an end however. Lemaire and Zain were both leaded further into the obsidian mountain, abusing their hunger and lust.

Sooner or later both would start to feel the effects of the drug present in the wine. It was nothing to harmful. Just something to make their minds more fuzzy then they already were. It was always hard to tell what kind of game Jasorus prefered that particular moment. And thisone was the little game he prefered now. Humans. So easy. All men needed were a room full of naked women, and all women needed was a chance to be in charge over their own bodies, in a world where they tended to be seen more as objects for their husbands to use.

Zain was lead to a room with a variety of altars and bowls filled with burning scented oil. There was a throne where Jasorus was sitting on although most of his form was hidden in the shadows.

''Not only have you two invaded my island. You steal the sacred water and have fun with my women. Then again the latter was a gift from me. I take it thus far you two enjoyed?'' Jasorus asked. He did not care the men not to far from him were as naked as the women.

Both Lemaire and Zain were spent and sated after the succession of tumbles they had with various gorgeous beauties. They were in the edge of sleep and wakefulness when they heard a voice piercing through the haze of their minds.

Lemaire did not remember much beyond the pleasure but now he was conscious enough to notice that both he and his first mate were standing naked before a man seated on a throne above a dias. He was accusing them of stealing water which Lemaire thought was a very absurd thing to complain about. He ought to be gutting them open for the crude display they had laid out before him. Though, that wasn't his fault either. Come to think of it, the haze still had power over his mind that he could not grasp the information as to who had brought them there in the first place. They were making love in a large black crystal cavern and now they were in some throne room exhibiting their best assets to this man. Lemaire was just too euphoric to care whether the guy simply enjoyed the show or not. As far as he's concerned, he has the material worth making into a work of art anyway and if he wanted more of a show, he was already becoming "eager" to cooperate.

"You make "it" hard not to abuse your hospitality." He replied with a devious smirk. "Are you their father? If so, I should congratulate you for having a very enviable set of wives. Your daughters are equally as delicious."

Zain was still in the midst of the grip of the drug because he was french kissing and humping thin air.

''Not their father. Let's just say, a selective breeding program for slaves. The women here know nothing more then following my orders and do exactly what I want and like.'' Jasorus replied.

''I am the God of this island. Well. A God in general. What is left of it. I was wondering when either of you would realise why amonst the women, you have not seen a single male. A huge weakness for mortals I assume. Allow them to be drowned in desire and they do not see a thing.''

Jasorus got off his throne and walked towards the two men in a calm way. His silken clothing, black with a white kind of sash wrapped loosely over his wellshaped body. Still there was a kind of aura around him and a danger in his eyes. As if magic seeped from his body. Some women joined his side but it was not long until Jasorus ordered all of them to wash themselves.

''The new drug does not seem to be harmful. I suppose growing new plants can be my course of action for a while. But what to do with you. I already know your ship stranded. Not something that happens often at this place.'' Already he had people sent out but he supposed it was always good to have more persons. He actually hated mortals, humans the most. Puny meaningless creatures. But in the way things were he would need them to find his other half.

''I maybe, have an offer you can not refuse. But I assume the two of you are hungry. Elli.'' The name was spoken in a commanding tone and a woman, thisone clothed in a white mesh dress and in her late teens.

''Yes Master..'' she spoke with a slight trembling voice. ''Prepare a table for me and the two guests. I have business to discuss with them. Let someone fetch their clothes.''

The girl nodded and quickly left.

''Some of my more expendable slaves, if of course the offer is accepted, could assist in fixing your ship if you so wish.''

Zain was now rubbing his forehead where Lemaire had whipped him with his trousers. That brought him back to reality. When he realized what he had been doing and what his state of dress had been when doing it, he had flushed red and immediately put on his trousers. He then bowed low towards his captain and apologized profusely for his behavior. The women holding their clothes giggled at his reaction.

"Shut up and stand straight. We're not alone and I don't mean the titties." Lemaire nonchalantly said, taking his time to dress-- starting at the top.

Zain noticed the man on the throne, bowed to him, then grabbed his shirt from the girl holding it and stuffed his arms into the sleeves. "Who is that?" he mouthed.

Lemaire answered his question by replying to the man in the shadows. "A god you say?" He asked, buttoning his shirt. "Every man is a god to his wives." Then gesturing to the bare forms about them, "But I can very well see why one would think himself a god-- being surrounded by such a multitude of beauties specifically for your every pleasure and whim." The merchant meant no disrespect by that. He merely was not one to believe in gods. Magic, yes. In his veins flowed the blood imbued with fae glamour so he very well knew the existence of such a force. But an all-powerful being such as a god? He felt that the world was simply too unfair for the concept to be real. There were no such things as infallible deities.

Lemaire took offense at inadvertently being called a brainless man who thinks with his penis. But shrugged it off since it was partially true. He does not regret drowning in pleasure and would greatly accept an offer at another round.

Then the man rose from his throne and walked closer to them. Lemaire saw he was a handsome man, the kind rich dissatisfied wives paid for in his former profession. But unlike most of those men, this one radiated with power. It thrummed from his body and foretold that there just might be some truth to his claim at being an almighty being. But all the same, he still had some skepticism in reserve.

The man dismissed the throng of women around him and continued with their talk.

"The drug in the wine was exquisite stuff." He concurred. "Yes, I do agree that cultivating it would be a boon to you and yours." He said, getting into a more intimate distance with him. "Forgive me for introducing myself so late. I am Captain Sebastien Lemaire of the "Sea Lion". I am a well respected merchant with dealings in Thanatos, Serendipity, and Essyrn." He gave a slight nod with his invisible captain's hat.

Zain also bowed at the mention of this and quickly added "Zain Asir, first mate".

"If it is amendable to you," Lemaire began with a quirked brow. "I would gladly sell your herbs to some eager consumers I know. Of course, that would mean a sizable profit on your end." He smiled at that. "And you don't even have to lift a finger."

It seemed the so-called god had an agenda of his own. With the thunder of his voice, he called upon a servant and had a meal set out before them.

"Women, wine, food, and now a repair crew." Lemaire enumerated with a booming laugh. "If you're not interested in the deal I offered you," he asked, taking a sip from the goblet of wine placed before him, leaning one elbow on the table. "...then tell me." He bluntly stated.

Zain, just looked on, exchanging glances at the two men, enjoying the leg of turkey he was nibbling on.

[Disclaimer: The views expressed by my characters do not necessarily reflect my own.]

''I have no need for money. I just like to wreak havoc.'' Jasorus replied. ''A succubus driving every man and woman in a down sexually mad to the point they fuck one another to death havoc. And those who survive will never be the same. A town being raided with a battle royale.''

He sat down at the dining table after leading his guests to them. ''Manners Lemaire. For a thing like you to a thing like me, imagine you at your ship and a flea from a rat sits at your table. Your lives are but a mere sigh. I, am old. And this is just one tiny planet, in a small solar system, in a galaxy barely out of it's mother's womb. I unfortunatly find myself in a position where I need assistence of those lower then me.'' various dishes were placed on the table including bottles of fine wine.

''I am no God that grants wishes. I ambut half a god. The being I used to be a part off was a God of hope and despair. I do not need to spoil which half I am. I, want to be whole again. or that I need my brother. Unfortunatly some spells had been set in motion making us inccapable of finding one another. I do not even know how he looks like. Our magics are most likely the same or at the least the vibe we give. But there are ways to lure him. Bring him to me, and I will reward you. Gold if you wish, my women. Name it. Of course I can not turn yoou into Gods or anything higher then what you are now.''

Both Lemaire and Zain got two women beside them and poured them new wine before they took a bundle of grapes which they started to feed to the two men.

By then, Zain was now so much at awe that he could barely keep the goblet in his hand from spilling. He had to immediately put it down and swallow the food he was chewing or else they might start falling out of his mouth too.

As he observed his superiors during the conversation, it was evident to him that Lemaire had understood nothing of what the god had told them. What did a former street urchin know of the sacred heavenly bodies? It was all thanks to Zain's guidance that Lemaire is able to barely pass himself off as a respectable man. Chances were, if he left Lemaire to handle the negotiations any longer, he would end up angering the god. A chill erupted all-over his body.

"A moment, Captain." He interrupted the merchant as he was opening his mouth to answer.

Lemaire's brows knit in annoyance but he complied anyway when Zain directed him to face sideways so that they can converse better. In a tone he hoped was only audible between himself and Lemaire, he began his argument. "I know you do not believe in such things but I do sincerely think that that man is the real thing."

One of Lemaire's brows flew up in question.

"Would you rather dismiss me and risk having yourself turned into a rubber?"

Lemaire's brows flew apart in alarm.

"Oh, I bet you'd love being this god's rubber." He threatened with the most sarcastic tone he could manage. "You did say you enjoyed the feeling of being buried in a woman's...."

Now Lemaire shot daggers from his eyes telling Zain to shut up. Then he raised his other brow to ask him for ideas.

"I don't know." Zain replied, spreading out his arms in reckless abandonment. "That's why you're the captain and not me." shoving his hands in his pockets.

In his own gesture of capitulation to the fates, Lemaire rose to his feet and raising his goblet into the air, proclaimed, "From this day forth, we are no longer merchants but god hunters." He exclaimed as he downed his cup.

The god's pleasure at their acquiescence was made evident when two women came to their side and each fed them the sweetest grapes either of them have ever tasted.

"Thank you, my darling." The roguish sailor thanked his server, stealing a quick peck on her fingers.

Turning to the god, "May I ask you to humor my curiosity, your greatness." he said, washing down the grapes with more wine. "What would have happened if we had refused?"

Zain took a deep breath and held it in anticipation.

''Well I could tell you but showing is a lot more fun. Maybe allow you both to fuck the women for a while. I'm sure some of the children would be pretty lasses for me but it is a little to obvious don't you think? Maybe a few more of your crew will qualify. It is hard working for me but those who work hard, are of course rewarded. But just slaves are boring. What I never can get enough off, are playtoys.'' Jasorus ate a piece of chicken.

''Deary, prepare one of the older slaves for me please. Tell him... he will be relieved from duty and make sure he will be prepared for the time of his life.'' One of the woman by his side gave him an intimate kiss and followed her order.

''I can show my little idea after we've finished eating. By all means eat what you want. Or just be fed if you prefer. You can even order then to please you while you are eating if you are into that.And not to worry, it is not poisoned. I may be a God of dispair but poisoning people at the dining table is not exactly my kind of thing.''

The woman Jasorus had given the order to returned five minutes later and got the second order to help herself to the other girl which they immediatly did in full view and for everyone at the table to hear.

This time, both Lemaire and Zain were confused. Oh yes, they were enjoying the floor show quite well. However, they did not understand when they were going to be allowed to leave. At that moment, it seemed that both men had enough of the splendid spread before them. They both felt now that things were a little more serious compared to before. They both looked at each other wondering how to exit this place immediately without seeming so impolite.

While the god was distracted with the show, Lemaire jerked his head towards Jasorus in a gesture that told Zain that it was his turn to deal with the problem. The scholar responded with a frantic shake of his head. Lemaire glared at him. Zain pretended he didnt notice but Lemaire kept glowering at him until he did. Zain gave him a rueful grin so Lemaire concluded the argument by stamping on his foot-- hard. Zain shot to his feet with a loud "ah" that he quickly formed into a sentence.

"ah-I have a proposition, My Lord." he said, grabbing Jasorus' attention. "As we have already agreed to taking on the quest you have for us, we ask that you let us go to our men so that we may inform them of the great rewards you have in-store for us once we've completed it. The sooner we begin, the sooner we find your other half." he beamed.

"You can lend us a few of your girls if you want. Both to keep an eye on us that we do not betray you and as an... incentive. --to our crew." Lemaire greedily added.

Zain was about to face-palm when it occured to him that it was actually a sensible idea. "Indeed, most powerful master."

''If I did not know better I would be thinking I frightened you and you are both looking for a way to escape.'' Jasorus said. A corner of his mouth pulling into a smile. ''Your ship is most likely far from seaworthy right now. A collision with obsidian tends to do that. Not to mention my pet sea serpents tend to... eat ships. Whole.''

He pondered briefly.  ''I have a better idea. Why, not letting your men hold a little party here in my obsidian home. It is warm and dry. Feel free to use all of my supplies and facilities and hold a good pirate party. My women will not leave the island. They grow feral without me and you do not want a feral woman on board. I can have someone along, a disciple as it were, maybe two or three so you have to share. They also should be able to actually help you get my brother Hope. While you and your crewmembers are partying and resting, I will let my slaves fix your ship and resupply it. I do insist to see the show I will put up though.'' He hoped they would remember the comparison he made before to ratfleas.

It was for more reasons. He had not exactly displayed what he could do just yet and before his guests left and he did not like people bail on him. ''Besides. You have not told me your exact price for your services yet.''

The two men once again looked at each other both having puzzled looks on their faces. Lemaire lifted an index finger up at Jasorus and faced Zain to confer with his trusted friend.

"Did he just.."
"I do believe so."
"But that's..."
"Inconceivably generous."
"But it can't..."
"You're right."
"Are we going to accept it?"
"You're the captain."

Then turning back to the god, "Do correct me if my assumption proves to be erroneous. You want us... to have an orgy here in your palace?" unsuccessfully trying to conceal the smile that was on his lips.

Zain was dumbfounded. They weren't talking about the same thing after all.

"What the captain means..." Zain quickly added. "Is that you are a most generous man... person... supreme being. Simply too generous for something as simple as finding your brother."

"We want one wish for every man on my crew." Lemaire haggled. "If your brother is a god like you, we'll need more than just an orgy as compensation. Gold doesn't even come close to sounding like fair payment." he spoke with finality. "Though we'll take the orgy too on top of that." he added belatedly.

In his head Jasorus sighed the word mortals in a not to much fond tone.

''You haggle with a God of dispair. Someone has courage or a huge amount of foolishness. Would  a rat on the ship be succesful in doing the same I wonder.'' Jasorus asked to just keep the comparison in it.

''I am no wish granting Djinn or demon, so regarding wishes I am limited but I shall do everything in my power. There will of course be rules. I will not give away the women from the room where you two were given the time of your life. If you or others of your crew want women it is possible to pick from those less tamed. No wishing for more wishes or physical altering, not unlimited piles of gold. Also, how many crew members do you have. I could still refuse if the amount is to high and have no choice but to let them make small groups.''

He wondered if these men were truely so stupid. Sure he would be able to grant simple mortal desires but he was still a God of dispair. No matter how hopeful or well intended the wish was, balance found it's way. Pirates were not exactly pirates because of their... intellect. Although secretly he hoped a few could entertain him by proving otherwise.

Lemaire looked at Zain.

"The last count was at 10 before we left so that makes 12 of us all in all. I dunno about now though. Rowdy sons of bitches can't seem to keep their hands off their pistols. Hopefully, the gunpowder was soaked in the storm."

Lemaire turned back to Jasorus. "Twelve or less, my lord, and I assure you those simple bastards won't ask anything more ambitious than a large sum of gold or an insane amount of whiskey." He smiled. "As for Zain and myself," he glanced at his partner to see if he had anything to say.

Zain shrugged.

"We might need some time to think of what we want." Lemaire finished. "Have we reached an agreement, all-powerful one?"

''I suppose it is do-able. And please. No ass-licking names.'' he finished his meal and waited for his two guests to finish as well. The two women were still playing with one another but Jasorus paid them no attention.

''Let's head outdoors. The game will soon begin. Unless of course you wish for the rest of your crew to see it as well.'' he got on his feet as he spoke.

Zain was still a bit wary about the next part of the proceedings. It felt all too easy. Lemaire felt his companion's unease and reached out to grab his ass. Zain flinched.

"Pussy" was all the older man said as he proceeded to follow Jasorus out the door.

The two women cried out in ecstasy as they finally arrived at their climax. But the sound of their bliss faded into the night as Zain followed the two men out.

Outside the sun was setting and the red sky made it look as if it were ablaze. Jasorus lead Lemaire and Zain with him to one of the higher spots the obsidian moutain offered. It had an obsidian throne as well and with a wave of his hand, Jasorus' eyes turned a glowing purple just like the veins in his arms. Lava melted the obsidian rock at two locations and rose up forming two more thrones when it quickly again cooled.

It was soon clear that the ship had gotten ashore at the better side of the island. There was nothing more then vulcanic glass and dirt here. Even the plants seemed to be made of it.

A man was there. Confused and frightened. His body seemed worn from hard work as well.

''Good evening.'' Jasorus called out to the man. His voice was clear and loud. Despite the distance it seemed that Jasorus' voice was all around. ''I am grateful for your years of dedicated work and I pronouce you free. You have five minutes to find the river and cross it. At the least that is how the game normally goes. There is a ship somewhere at this island. If you can find it, you can use it to get yourself to the mainland. If you can not see it yet alone spot it then you will become food for whatever I feel like summoning today. Your five minutes start now.'' Jasorus spoke and sat down.

The man quickly started to run. The mountain was to hard to climb and the sharp glass grass cut at his feet. Still he kept going. To find a place to go to higher ground. All he had to do was find the ship. Jasorus had said nothing about actually reaching it. He had heard that in the many years a handfull of former slaves actually had finished the assignment and got their freedom. It was not impossible.

But luck was not on the mans side. Despite this part of the island was a wasteland and he had to choose which side of the shore he would go to and unfortunatly he choose to head North where there was no ship in sight along the coastline no matter how far he looked. Desperation struck the man as his time started to run out and when it had Jasorus got on his feet. ''Pity. I kind of had hope for thisone.'' he muttered with a sigh.

Jasorus started to speak. A language either from another world or time. Clouds started to cover the beautiful colors of red and orange. Thunder and lightning roared and lit up the dark clouds. There was something else too. A type of vortex in the clouds giving birth to what looked like winged serpents who shimmered in beautiful shades of purple, blue, white and orange.

There were three. First making their way to Jasorus and his guests before they all rushed towards the frightened slave who started to run for his life. It was futile however. The type of fairy serpent made their way to the man and wraped their bodies around his. Biting him immediatlly causing the wounds to swell up and fester. Whatever poison it was, it was effective. The veins swole and all of his body tissue giving pressure to the organs and he died in agonising pain within a minute before he got eaten by the creatures. When they were done Jasorus made the creatures return to the circle to vanish.

''I will tell you one thing. If you return empty handed, no hard feelings. But if you bail out of the deal, those serpents will be the least of your problems. Nothing to fear I hope. Now. Gather your crew. I will make sure you and your men will have a grand feast while I make sure my laborers fix your ship.''

It was full dark by the time Zain and Lemaire traced their way back to the ship. Most of the men were asleep and the look-out was nearly so. They assumed he was half-asleep because he nearly shot Zain when the two men got within earshot. "Captain!" He exclaimed when he heard Zain curse and Lemaire laugh at the expense of his friend. "Where have you been?" He fussed, running towards the taller man. "The crew had thought something terrible had happened to you when you and Mr. Zain hadn't gotten back for so long."

Lemaire clasped the man on one shoulder. "Wake everyone up." He instructed as he himself moved forward to where the other men lay sleeping. "Zain, that goes for you too."

"I'm fine. Thank you for worrying." was all Zain said in reply, still aghast at both men's dismissal at his near demise.

Belatedly, the other crewman apologized. "Sorry about that, sir. May I ask why in the name of everything that is holy does the captain want to wake the entire crew up now?" He asked, both men walking up to the camp.

"We're going to a party, my man. And we best not be late."

He halted in astonishment. "A party!? Out here? There's nothing here but black rock."

Zain stopped and turned to face him. "Not entirely and believe me, you will like the party that's waiting for us. But we best not be late else we'll be partying in hell instead.

Ten minutes later, all the crew members were awakened and were still complaining when Lemaire herded them up the trail to the grand palace of the god. The men's eyes grew as wide as saucers when they beheld the sight that awaited them there.

"Here they are." Lemaire said, taking his place beside Jasorus.

The first thought in Jasorus' head was why on earth he had even considered all of this. Then again. Jasorus could not take away anything from anyone without having offered something in return. He hoped these rats were worth it all.

''Welcome to my island. I understood from your captain and the first mate that there were some problems with the ship. Me, being the humble person that I am, would like to welcome all of you in my home and enjoy yourselves. Feel free to bathe, eat, drink and feast to your hearts content. I will make sure that the ship will be tended to and make it ready to face the waters again. Also I have given your captain a proposal which he accepted. Would all of you manage to fullfill that job, I shall make sure to grant one wish per person for as far it lays within my power to do so. Your captain can inform you all with the details after the party is over.'' Jasorus replied and bowed courtesly before snapping his fingers.

The women entered the room one by one all placing down delicious foods. Most were the broken women Lemaire and Zain had fun with but there also were a few more uncertain girls who still had a freckle of humanity in them.

''All the girls in this room are for everyones pleasure. Would there not be enough, Eru, the woman with the long brown curls over there, will make sure everyone is contend.''

They were out in the courtyard of the grand estate. All around stood white canopies held up by bamboo poles. Its sides were open so inside could be seen mattresses and pillows arranged in circles. Before them were plates of fruits and mugs and pitchers  wine. In each tent stood two to three gorgeous women robed in see-through materials,  their tantalizing shapes evident through the flimsy fabric if it was at all present. Some were bare from shoulder to waist and were proudly showing off their pink perky nipples in the night breeze. One, didn't  even bother to wear anything resembling like proper clothing. It was this one that came before Zain and placed her long graceful arms around his shoulders.

"Oh my lady, you should be servicing the men."

The woman merely flashed him a smile and glanced at the direction of the other crew members. All were already in some stage of coitus with a chosen lass or two or three. One man was naked waist down, his buttocks blaringly white in the moonlight as he pumped in and out of a dark-skinned brunette's mouth. Another was similarly clad taking a giggly blond from behind as she supported herself on a nearby tree. Even their young kitchen lad, barely 15 was enjoying the attention of a pair of Thanati twins, one pleasing herself before him while the other shouted for him to ram harder into her as she lay in stunning naked glory amidst silken pillows. Zain did not register the rest because his own partner had proceeded to disrobe him while licking his neck. His hands roamed the skin of her hips down to her buttocks as her tongue made its way to his chest. His clothes dropped to the floor and she stood to take his hand and pull him to their own cozy pillowed spot. She pushed him down unto the pillows and the starry sky seemed to melt into incoherrence as she took his manhood by one hand and dribbled her warm saliva on it. He let out a moan and she proceeded to pepper his length with tiny kisses that sent goosebumps all over his body. She circled the tip with her tongue a few times and eventually took him wholly into her mouth. He became fully erect at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfing him. She then supported herself on her elbows, tucked a length of wayward hair behind her ear, looked up at him and sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing at the pressure. He could not help letting out a sound of pleasure at that and even more so when she began pushing him in and out.

He was nearing the height when she released him and he uttered a rare curse. The little minx smiled at the power she knew she held over him right now. He did not torture him long though and actually rewarded him. She stood and lightly stepped on his very swollen member. His muscles tensed, he closed his eyes and arched his back at the sudden pain that also felt fabulous. A moment later, she felt her delicate fingers on him and felt her hand direct him into the tightness between her legs. He cried out to signal his approval the same time she did as she sat on him taking him into herself completely down to his roots. She paused to savor the feeling a moment then slowly began raising her hips slowly and driving back down hard. This rhythm she continued as they both climbed higher and higher.


Lemaire sighed heavily, his eyes droopy with ecstasy as the pleasure resounded throughout his body. The beautiful red-head rode him like a bullfighter. Her moans were loud and hurried as she devoured his staff with her pussy like some starved maroon. "Im your slut" she gasped between moans as she pushed herself harder and harder against him, her hands wrapped around the head of a blonde that was suckling on her breast. On his own chest were a couple of brunettes that took turns servicing his nipples and each other. Lemaire's gaze was not directed at them, however. His attention was on the action taking place on the mattress a few meters from them. There, his friend, Zain, lay in a position similar to his while a petite ebony-haired beauty rocked herself about his groin. He had his eyes closed, his mouth half open in an expression of enjoyment. His hands were cupping her breasts while hers were raking his chest. A little while later she threw her head back as she ascended and her rocking became faster. Her moans became louder too and his hips aided her in their joint climb into the peak of orgasm. One long loud sigh of finality and they both collapsed on the mattress heaving heavily from their effort. Zain now placed one arm over his eyes, no doubt savoring the fading tremors. His partner though, had sensed Lemaire's gaze and from on top Zain's very naked body was returning his heated looks. She moved one hand to her breast and started playing with herself.

Lemaire smiled at her attempt to entice him despite the four women already simultaneously pleasuring him. He waved his hand at the two on his chest to make them stop.  He sat up and pushed the girl kissing the one riding him away. He held her firmly by the shoulders and with a couple of powerful thrusts sent her over the edge. He kissed her bruisingly hard once and pushed her off him. He on the other hand was evidently not done and was still ready to continue. He looked at Zain's partner and motioned for the two who were on his chest to take her place with Zain.

The ebony-haired lass walked slowly towards him, his first mate's seed dripping between her legs. He had her lie before him and he positioned himself between her thighs. He opened her legs wider and beheld her very wet pussy still spilling the other man's cum. "Fuck" he uttered, lowering his head and tasting the creamy liquid. The thought of  Zain on his lips increased his need and after swallowing. plunged his iron rod into her without mercy. He reveled at the thought that there were two men's essence swimming inside her. He drove her with an unforgiving pace. Her screams filled the night and a few heads couldnt help but turn in their direction. He wrapped his powerful arms at the back of one thigh while with the other supported her back. He stood up and proceed to drive his length deeper, hitting the back of her womb. She screamed even louder and he turned to stare at Zain who was similarly busy rubbing his turgid member betwixt the breasts of one of the women. Lemaire was imagining himself behind him, both of them plunging in sychronous pleasure when he rose higher and higher, reaching the epitomy. "Fuck!" he growled, emptying himself into the irrelevant vessel.

He put her back on her feet and she moved to kiss him but he pushed her away. He turned, grabbed his pants, shoved himself into them and took a seat on the pillows with a goblet of wine on one hand.

The women surrounded him again, vying for his attention. His concentration, however, was turned into his mind's eye where the object of his passion was smiling in contentment at their joining.  A few times he yet again stole some glances at the party on the next mattress. That union was the best he had that day. This fact though he was resolved to keep to himself for a little while longer.

Zain reached his peak for the second or third time that evening and showered his juices on his partner's open mouth and he collapsed again in bliss.

The night ended too soon.

Most having passed out after their party from the booze and the sex were awoken with breakfast, most with one or more women in their arms and on their bodies.

Jasorus had kept his end of the bargain for as far as he could right now. The ship had been completely fixed. Not just the outside, all of the rooms had the woodwork fixed. There were new and better hangmats for the crew and the captain's cabin had a good bed.

The supplyroom had been fully stocked and even goods had been put into crates and barrels to be sold. Six young women included. Chained between the goods. The youngest no older then sixteen, the oldest in her late teens or early twenties.

When Lemaire, Zain and the rest of the crew however would reach the ship they would see two women clothed in dresses. One was dark blonde and had ropes around her wrists and ankles. Soft, calm, and creamy skin covered by a soft pink dress. Almost angelic where the other had a less innocent look. Playing with her brown curls and licked her lips while one of her hands held the rope to make sure the other would not leave. Her black dress short at the front and long at the back, Jasorus had introduced the second women as Eru the night before.

''Hello. Hopefully you like the work. There has been slaved all night to make sure the ship was sail ready.'' Eru said with a smile.

Lemaire awoke with a pounding headache from all the wine he had consumed last night. It wasn't quite day yet but shades of light were now slowly emerging in the distant horizon. He moved one arm that was sitting on top of his bare chest and another that was attempting to snake into his pants when the owner fell asleep. He sat up and stifled a yawn, arms stretching wide to rid himself of the crick in his neck. He stood and walked a few meters away from the circle of tents and inhaled deeply, savoring the quiet sounds of the dawn. He sensed more than heard someone stand beside him. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who it was.

"Good morning, Captain." Zain greeted him, handing him a cup of a hot beverage.

He took a few moments reveling in the sight of the early morning sun slowly lighting up his friend's face, the sunshine setting his sex-ruffled head of curly hair into a mass of dark chocolate, his skin a little more glowing than usual. His heart skipped a beat. He took the cup from his hand and used that as an excuse to look away and compose himself. He took a long drink barely noticing the flavor passing his tongue. He still had a little trouble thinking of what to say, his mind still a little busy fighting back the images of last night when another one of his crew came up to him.

"The ship's fixed, Captain." said Yorun, the most senior of his crew.

Lemaire welcomed the sudden intrusion. It gave him the chance of fighting back the complicated things welling up inside and keeping it securely at bay.

"It happened overnight, just like magic!" the old sailor added, a bewildered expression on his face. Then his brows drew closer, doubt shading his face. "This doesn't feel right, Sir. Feels like the work of something dark." he warned, looking left and right as if afraid being overheard.

Lemaire very well knew it was. God's never played fair. But it would benefit no one telling him that. He slammed an arm around his shoulders and laughed. "You old superstitious coot. You've lived through countless storms and ship raids to start growing a pussy now, here on an island full of naked women." he mocked. "Why don't you enjoy the bounty before we set sail. Have a morning romp with a few of those livelier girls; they might be better at making you feel more like a man."

The sailor squared his jaw, nodded, and walked away to do just that.

"Maybe you could use one yourself, Zain." he said without facing him.

"Don't turn this about me. He's right. You know all this generosity is too much just to find his brother. The other men tell me he even put a few extra slave girls into our hold. Pretty ones, they say."

"Tell the men the captain goes first then." he joked.

Lemaire knew without looking that Zain was scowling at him.

"Why don't  we have breakfast first." the Captain suggested, turning to Zain with a playful smile, jerking his head towards his tent where his girls were arranging some fruits, breads, cheeses and nuts atop their naked laps.

It wasn't  until mid morning that the entire crew was finally assembled back at the beach. Lemaire strode purposefully towards the dark-haired woman Jasorus had addressed as Eru.

"It is indeed quite magnificent." Lemaire replied to the curly haired brunette's query. "And what is this lovely thing?" he asked, eyeing the girl she held by the ropes.

''Me and this little cunt here are from the Disciple race. We belong to deities. I belong to Jasorus while thisone here, despite unclaimed, belongs to Jasorus' brother. She should be able to be of big help finding our target. She looks frail but do not let that deceive you. At the least what we have in common is that she wants to find Hope, or whatever name he goes by. Just note that she is not on our side other then that. Is that not right? Ariya.'' Eru said.

Ariya did not say anything but gave Eru a foul glance.

Lemaire chucked. "You belong to the deities, you say? Does that strictly mean both of you are off limits or only when your masters are around?"

''Would the few girls in the storage not be enough I am sure we can come up to some arrangement. For me anyway.'' Eru smiled almost evilly. ''Ariya though... fuck her brains out for all I care. Maybe she will grow some discipline.''

Hearing those words alone gave Ariya a frightned look on her face. A look she did not have long since Aru pushed her towards Lemaire and Zain. Due to her feet being bound though she fell and did not land exactly soft either. ''I think these men would be more into you Eru. I after all will not ride them as if they are stallions. You on the other side though seem to be very good at that.'' Ariya replied.

''Oh before I forget, she is still a virgin.'' Eru noted still with that smile on her face. ''I recommend we set sail. The wind is good.''

Zain caught Ariya before she completely fell over. "Easy there, miss." he said, helping her back on her feet and giving her a rueful smile.

"But of course" Lemaire replied to Eru. And it was just right on time that they heard a loud cheer come from the men.

"The ship's on the water, captain". Zain informed. "I'll tell the crew to get ready to sail." and with that he sprinted towards tge crew who were now in the process of boarding launches to board their ship.

With a slight bow, Lemaire directed his female passengers towards an awaiting empty boat. "This way, my lovelies. Let us join the rest of the crew on the ship and let us be away. There is just a matter of what course to take. Perhaps you ladies have a helpful suggestion for me?"

''Of course. We are not just here for show now are we. Ariya.'' Eru said. Jasorus' pet servants should leave us alone butdo not be surprised if you see the thing. I'm amazed they did not swallow the ship whole when you were near.''

Eru boarded the ship. The winds were pleasant.

Ariya did not reply to Eru but instead looked at Zain, thanking him. Regaining her balance though she leaned in towards Zain's ear. ''Jasorus must never meet his brother. Trust me.'' it was soft. Barely a whisper and there was no explenation that followed.
On her skin were some clear bruises. ''Look... I will not run so at the least unbind my feet? Unless I am going to be dumped with the girls that are in the cargo room. But if I am supposed to be on deck, I need both my legs fully functional.''

Zain was a sucker for pretty faces and Ariya's was definitely pretty. He was a bit curious about the warning she whispered in his ear but decided to ponder more about it later when the charming lass asked for her feet to be unbound. Zain supposed she had a good point. Though carrying her on his shoulder up unto the ship's deck would not have been a hard task for him, letting the girl walk on her own two feet didn't sound like such a bad idea. He took out the knife he hid in his boot and cut the ropes around her ankles.

Meanwhile, Lemaire continued with his conversation with the more dominant of the two god-born. "And if these creatures are as vicious as you say they are, I do hope you two ladies are enough of a talisman to ward them off." he added with a smile. "Now this brother of Jasorus'... would he be somewhere in the direction of Essyrn perhaps?"

''Thank you..'' Ariya said softly. She moved her ankles a little before volunteerly boarded the ship.

''Possible. He could be in anywhere. Hence, we have Ariya.'' Eru replied. ''And no need to worry about the serpents. They will not harm us. They do not like daylight anyway.'' Eru's smile vanished when she saw Ariya boarding the ship without her ankles unbound.

''Just in time.'' Eru said and looked at Ariya. ''Who did you seduce this time to help you get your feet loose.''
Ariya did not answer Eru's question.
''Where is Hope.''

Again no answer from Ariya. ''come on sister. There are two ways this will go. Tell us willingly, or I will be creative. Jasorus may be unable to touch you. But I am sure that plenty of men here would not mind fucking you until you drop.''

Ariya shivered and bit her lip before exhaling calmly and focussed. Closing her eyes she breathed calmly. Nothing happened for what seemed to be a few minutes and when opening her eyes they radiated with a warm orange light. Markings of the same light forming shapes on her body, ethereal wings unfolding from her back. The soft warmth could not only be seen but also felt.

The light faded and Ariya was silent for a moment. ''Coastal Serendipity...'' she muttered softly under her breath. ''He is at Coastal Serendipity.''
Eru walked towards her, cupping Iliya's face. ''Good girl.'' Eru whispered before giving Iliya a passionate kiss. An action to which Iliya seemed to gladly participate in until she broke it off by biting hard in Eru's lip.

As a response Eru pushed Iliya on the wooden deck and licked the blood from her lip. ''You know, Iliya...'' Eru purred. ''In theory, you are just as equal to me as Jasorus is to Hope. Our purpose is to consult, fuck and protect those we are assigned to. And we are, a very horny race. You can not deny it forever.'' Eru said with a giggle before turning towards Lemaire.

''As she said. Coastal Serendipity, captain.''

Three days hence, the sun was high in the sky when through the spyglass, Lemaire saw a frigate on the horizon. It was headed straight for them and by the colors it flew, likely did not have friendly intentions towards them.

"Blast it all. Looks like were in for a clash with some pirate hunters, lads" Lemaire announced, recognizing the two crossed blades in a field of red that swayed in the wind.

"With the women onboard," Zain began his inquiry. "is it wise to be engaging them, sir? Perhaps we could still outrun them?"

The captain reunfolded the spyglass and handed it to the younger man signaling him to use it. "That, Zain," Lemaire responded with a heavy air of sarcasm "is a ship that was built for speed with a convoy of smaller sloops behind it. They no doubt aim to give chase and wear us out bit by bit."

Zain's expression tightened as he stood straight and looked at the unfolding array of ships in the horizon.

Lemaire stroked the railing of the ship. "There's no way this beauty is turning tail to run. We'll show them what a ship blessed by a god can do."

"Aye, captain." the other man exclaimed with a nod and turned and stalked off calling the order. "Man your stations! Prepare for battle!".

All about, men scrambled. Some running to their stations on the ropes of the sails while others opened the gun ports and pushed their newly aquired cannons in place. Captain Lemaire strode to the wheel where the two women were now standing beside.

"Ladies, if you could kindly remove yourself belowdecks, I've a small inconvenience to take care of." he said as an aside to them then bellowed at the top of his lungs "Full sail ahead! We're meeting the bloody bastards!" at the same time vigurously turning the wheel towards the enemy ships. "Mortars at the ready!"

''You are asking us to miss this action?'' Eru asked. Eriya on the other hand, obediently moved. She did not like violence. Eru was not nessesarily fond of it but she responded on dispair, no matter on whose side it was on. She wondered, if this ship abd crew would fall, if Eru would give the pirate hunters their chance for glory.

Eriya had not noticed she had stopped midway on the wooden stairs, looking at Lemaire, and a tad longer at Zain. ''Eru, captain's orders. It is simple as that. We are merely here for navigation and direction. I know battle exites you almost in the way Jasorus does but we need our strength for Hope.'' she went belowdeck, where the pleasuregirls were. Eru cared nothing for them but Eriya had made sure that every time, they were clean, and fed.

''You look tense, milady Iliya.'' one of the woman said softly.

''There will be a fight with another ship... I just hope that all of us will get out unharmed.''  Iliya replied. The women, one by one crawled closer to the woman.

''But you and Eru can take it out right?''

''I never meant my assigned God. I do not have as much power as Eru does and Eru, will not use it unless she truely has to or rather said, wants to. We just have to sit this out.''

''Say...'' a brownhaired woman certainly no older then 18 placed her head against Iliya's chest. ''Eru said that the sole purpose of your existance is to consult, fuck, protect and follow the orders of your assigned God. Eru visits us certainly once a day to have fun but you never have that kind of fun with us. Why?''

''I do not feel like it...'' Iliya replied softly.

''Now that, is a lie.'' Eru stood in the opening of the cargo room. ''Why don't you say it sister. How much of a prude you are. Or is it just that you are smelly down there.'' Eru laughed and sat down.

Lemaire reveled at how responsive the ship was. It moved with an agility that could only be described as otherworldly. But such should be expected since the powers that fashioned their beautiful powerful new vessel indeed was beyond the constraints of this world; yes, even beyond magic. And with such a power it was no wonder that the battle was short-lived. Lemaire had ordered the mortars fired and it hit its target-- the pirate hunter-- right on its center. As those rained down on their opponent, he had the broadside cannons loaded and fired as two of the smaller sloops that accompanied the hunter passed within range. They fired at the same time but both ships were no match for the heavily-gunned merchantman. Both took on heavy damage; one of them had its main mast engulfed in flames, the other was taking on water.

On the starboard side was the third of the three sloops. It fired as it passed the ship and one of the men fell overboard from the impact, a few others lost a limb or two. By now the air hung heavy with pain, agony, and fear but the captain kept his calm. Now the third ship was rounding the bow getting ready to fire another shot. On the opposite side of the ship, the pirate hunter was now but a few hundred meters and closing, turning rapidly with starboard gun ports open. They needed a place to maneuver but with two ships on one side and another directly ahead, there wasn't much room unless they could somehow plow through the one in front. Lemaire now wished he had opted for a ram. Perhaps he could upgrade the ship the next time he has the chance. Right now, he needed to find a way to decommission that pesky sloop so that he could give all of his attention to the real problem at hand.

But it was too late to do anything for now. "Brace yourselves!" he yelled as he himself ducked his head under his arms and folded himself as close to the deck as possible. The ship shook as shots rained on them. All around him were the shouts of men being hit and woodwork being pounded to dust, fiery splinters raining everywhere. Then the barrage stopped. He stood to find that Yorun, who was handling the wheel was slumped on the deck with a pool of blood gushing from on severed arm. He was screaming and writhing in pain. "Damn it! Someone call the surgeon! We have a man down here!" He bellowed as he stepped over the squirming body to catch hold of the wheel. Part of it had been blown off, probably with the rest of Yorun's arm. It was a shame. He dearly liked the carvings on that wheel.

"Zain!" calling for his first mate. "On my signal we drop anchor."

Alarmed at the unusual request, he opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by another boom to their port. The sloop with the burning mast still had some fight left in them after all.

"Shut them up, gents!" ordered the captain and booms resounded as the port cannons answered. Both sloops were now on their way to a watery grave. There was still one sloop left though and the pirate hunter at their rear. "All sails loose, Mr. Asir.

By then, Zain did not bother to question and commanded the men to do exactly that. They picked up speed and was now in a collision path with the sloop in front. The pirate hunter shot mortars but luckily they were able to evade with but a singed stern. Less than a hundred meters till collision and Zain looked to the captain ready to do whatever crazy idea he had to avoid ruin. The pirate hunter shot mortars at them again and landed a little bit more of their stern. Hopefully nothing important got blown away.

Less than fifty meters and Zain began to visibly sweat. He glanced at the ship in front of them then at the one behind them. Lemaire then gave the order to drop anchor. It caught on the rocks and pulled the ship to one side instantly turning it with both broadside guns ready. "Fire!" the captain shouted and both unaware ships caught the full volley and it was the end of the chase. The crew erupted in victory. Zain clasped his captain on the arm. "You did it, captain!" a broad grin punctuated his congratulations. Lemaire simply nodded.

It was such a rush and an exhilarating feeling. This is why he was a ship captain. He longed for this feeling. He lived for it. But as the adrenaline died down, he excused himself. "I think I'll go check on the women down below."

"Of course, captain. I'll take over from here." He said with a knowing wink.

Eru inhaled deeply. Her body was heated from tension and whatever other things she picked up. ''Do you smell that Iliya. Dispair... from the other ship. Hope and praise from the men from this crew. Those two are your flavours right?'' she teased. A chuckle left her lips as she saw how much the opposite version of herself was struggling to remain calm.

''If you need some attention from men go ahead but leave me out of it. I am no whore like you.'' Iliya muttered. The words were enough to remove the grin from Eru's face. ''I suppose me being a life of a party makes you the one always crashing it.'' she pouted before she got on her feet. ''Who knows. Maybe we can enter what remains of those ships, plunder their cargo and kill whatever crew is left.''

''And use what we can salvage to repair what has been broken...'' Iliya said with a small smile. Sure. Her and Eru were different on many grounds, but also similar on plenty of things.

Both women and pleasuregirls looked up though when the entrance opened and captain Lemaire was there. ''Good job captain, to bad I could not watch the demise of the other ship.'' Eru said as she licked her lips.

Lemaire walked imperiously towards Eru and without ceremony pulled her close and kissed her. "My apologies, Mistress Eru, that I thoughtlessly did not let you partake of the festivities. Perhaps I can sate you hunger through other means?" he whispered sensuously into her ear, pressing his great need between her legs. "Of course" he began, turning to the other ladies. "I'd gladly do you the service as well, my enchanting ones." he smiled his devilish grin.

Eru purred in need and responded to the kiss hungrily. The girls with exception of Iliya looked more then willing and got on their feet. ''Looks like all but one are willing. Maybe a job for Iliya with other crewmembers. Judging by the despair the enemy ship is still floating. She could help salvage materials and help with claiming the cargo. As long as she is not willing to fuck her little tight cunt is protected from penetration anyway. While she is gone we can do anything you want.'' lust was in her eyes like an alluring darkness. While Iliya squeezed her legs together in an attempt to suppress her own desires.

Feeling more than seeing Eru squeeze her legs together, Lemaire all the more wanted to invade that cavern of honey. He parted her legs wide with one leg and shoved the middle and forefinger of his right hand up her wet vagina, thrusting upwards strong enough to momentarily lift her a few centimeters upwards. This he did as he supported her back with his left arm and assaulting her breasts with his tongue.

Eru moaned softly and with her hands she rubbed against Lemaire's groin. The pleasure girls were around them soon enough while Iliya with a heavy blush on her face left and went to the main deck.
Eru chuckled and moaned with delight and unbuttoned Lemaire's pants, pulled them down a bit and started to take the captains cock in her hands, rubbing it.

Her heart pounded in her chest and she knew that between her legs, she was wet. But no way she would let her first time be with Eru or anyone who had simply sold themselves to Jasorus. Instead she walked to the first mate, Zain.

''Is there anything I can help with Sir Zain?'' She asked politely. The enemy ship was still floating but barely and some of Lemaire's men had boarded. Those of the enemy crew that had survived were chained or bound with ropes. ''Is another helping hand needed to transfer the cargo of the enemy ship to this vessel? Also if it is not out if my place to ask. What will happen with the survivors?''

"Ah mistress" Zain flinched at the sight of the beautiful Illiya. "I'm sorry you had to see all this... brutality" he winced at the gory sight before them, the smell of blood and sweat wafting in the sea breeze. "I know you're a bit more fragile compared to your sister. No offense meant to her and the others of course."

"Oh no! Thank you for asking but the men would have my head if I let you anywhere near those ruffians." appalled at the notion of her carrying heavy objects. "Granted, the men might be more suited to the term "ruffians" than the actual prisoners but they've taken quite a liking to you." He smiled at her but then looked away. "Of course they like your sisters too but its... a different kind of like." blushing a little at this.

"Once the captain returns," began his answer when she asked the last question. "he will decide their fate. I suspect it may not be too much in their favor, I am afraid." and his look was genuinely sorry. "After all, if they are set free, they will just be back with more reinforcements to come and kill us all again." he said with a faraway look. "The best case scenario might be that they will be sold as slaves in Essyrn but we're not exactly headed that way. "

"I hope the battle wasn't too much for you. The gun shots and the screams can be too much for those who are not used to it." he apologetically said as a severed corpse was hauled right by them. 

''It has nothing to do with being fragile, for I am not. Eru has been free. From the moment I existed I have been a prisoner. A playtoy for Eru and Jasorus to torment. It is simple. Eru, belongs to Jasorus who is a God of despair. I, belong to Jasorus' opposite, Hope. Eru picks up despair and to her it becomes lust. When people are hopeful, it does the same to me. The other girls despite we refer to them as sisters, are humans whom Jasorus broke from the moment they were born. Still. There must be something I can do right? As long it is away from captain Lemaire and Eru.''

She'd rather jump from board to be honest. And warn Hope about Jasorus' plans but she could not just simply leave. ''You are different from your captain though. Sure. You like female flesh. But you are one of the few who did not attempt to rape me.''

"I just think these... things... should be consensual. I just-" and here Zain lowered his voice. "--do not see why men must dominate women when it is them that goes through so much pain for all men to be born. But don't tell the men that. One must keep a certain image with this rowdy lot." And he winked at her."You are truly kind, Mistress Illiya. Perhaps you would like to help bandage the wounded? I thank you for your help. There is indeed a lot to do after a battle. We had one tough fight. With luck we still have enough able hands to get us ashore." and turning to a man with a saw in his hand "Ah, Mr. Wiggins!" he called and when the ship's surgeon presented himself promptly to the first mate, introductions were made. "Mistress Illiya here will be helping you with whatever it is you would need of her." and turning to her, took her hand and bowed. "You are an angel of kindness, my lady"

Iliya restrained herself from correcting him and simply smiled. ''Happy to help. Just tell me what to do.'' she said and looked towards Zain. ''I shall be taking my leave than. After the repairs are done and the opposite ship's crew had been dealt with, we should keep on the course we were on before. It seems that Hope has not been moved location thus far. If there is any change I shall make sure to inform you or the captain.'' she said with a small polite bow. ''Mister Wiggins, I shall follow you.''

Wiggins was a short man with a mop of curly brown hair that made him look like a little boy if not for the cracked pair of spectacles that rode his nose. Those seemed incongruous with him but hinted that he was far more than a school boy.

"Mistress Illiya," he bowed to her. "If you would please wash your hands on the tub over there." pointing to a wooden one beside the mast. "--careful, its hot-- you can start by dressing the wounds of good o'l Mr. Ayers here." referring to a man with black hair that was holding a bloody piece of dirty washcloth to one side of his face.

''Understood.'' Iliya replied calmly and washed her hands in the tub not seeming to mind the temperature. She gathered a bowl, a needle and since she was not able to find thread, she instead pulled out a few of her long hairs, and washed them  to use them instead.

''Mister Ayers, allow me to tend to your wound please.'' she said calmly as she sat down in front of him.

The sun was riding low in the sky when Zain finally caught a break. From the railing on the upper deck, he stole a glance at a certain female on the main deck. Covered in the products of labor, she still looked like a radiant angel to him. He could not help a smile sneaking unto his lips unbeknownst to him.

"Zain! report!" came the stern voice of his captain.

He bolt upright in a flurry of arms, dropping the sword he had taken from the captain on their captured ship. It dropped to the wooden deck with a clang. "Sir!" he saluted but then quickly picked up the fallen article and held it out to the man, hilt first. "The men confiscated this sir."

Lemaire looked at it as if a turd was being offered to him. It was like a shard of glass had been plunged into his chest. That look on Zain's face as he looked at that other girl was unmistakable. Still, he decided to lock that thought away for later. He composed himself and took the sword. "Very good. Where is the man now?"

"Dead, sir, I'm afraid. Caught in a blast. The second mate's the most senior surviving officer. Him, we placed with the rest of the crew chained to the main deck."

"I see." then he turned and strode down the stairs that connected the two decks. Zain followed. "Ah, Milady Iliya. How good of you to care for these wretches. I trust they have been treating you well. Just say the word and I shall deal with them."

Iliya just finished stitching up a crewmembers arm when Lemaire and Zain reached her. ''Most of your men treated me fine Sir. The two who didn't have received my own judgement. They were under the influence of alcohol to reduce the pain their wounds caused. I am sorry to say that one crewmember lost consciousness. I will go to him next to see if I can help him. If he gets worse I am afraid that he will die before nightfall.'' with a blood covered hands she moved a lock of hair away.

''So you intend to use magic to heal him enough to wake up and survive. That is a first.'' Eru said. Iliya's posture changed a little. Becoming timid. But not as much as it was when the journey started. Even so, it seemed to still be submissive.

Do you have a problem with that Eru?'' The woman asked.

''No not at all. However I am curious regarding how you are going to break through his despair. Regarding that there is no lack of that here.'' It came from the enemy crew. There was no doubt about that.

Illiya took a deep breath. ''Captain Lemaire sir, the enemy crew had a young man aboard. No older than fourteen. Also a girl in her early teens with her pregnant mother. I understand that keeping the enemy crew alive or sending them off in small boats is out of the question. Meaning death is the most probable option for now. If I have any say in it. Can I ask of you to keep them alive and bring them with us until we reach Coastal Serendipity?''

''You have some nerve asking that.'' Eru said who seemed clearly entertained. Illiya never asked for anything. Only what was truly necessary.

"a pregnant woman and children, you say?" Lemaire said with a crinkled brow, stroking his chin with one hand. "But that won't do." he added, a smile creeping into his lips as he stole a quick glance at Eru. "We of the sea lion simply love a good fetus stew after a good battle. I'm afraid I cannot do as you ask." He said with an air of finality.

"Fetus stew?!" Zain barely muttered in horror.

"Yes! Fetus stew!" a mischevious grin graced the captain's face once more but then errupted into laughter.

Illiya had a frightened expression and trembled at the thought alone but looked firm after that.

''Your dying men who live and might make it, are holding on because I give them the hope to live on. I'll happily continue to give those crewmembers the hope to live if you or anyone on this ship refrain from doing something resulting directly or indirectly for them to be harmed. The children and pregnant women are to leave the ship when we reach proper civilasation safely. I am a bringer of hope where Eru is a bringer of despair. I can take away the hope I give but Eru can not remove despair she has not brought unto others. If you want those children, pregnant woman and unborn child fine. But you will pay with it differently.''

Eru smiled as she watched Illiya and admitted she liked the girl's words. Finally a bit of spine for her to maybe break later.

''Your choice. 'captain'.''

"Are you threatening me girl?"Lemaire said, narrowing his eyes at her. He once more opened his mouth to continue his reprimand when instead a loud boom of a laugh exploded instead. Then he doubled over clutching his sides, tears sliding from his eyes. After about a minute of this, his laughter subsided. With a smile still on his face he approached her and clutched one shoulder. "My dear girl, do you really think so lowly of myself and my men that you would easily believe that we would eat the unborn?" he asked with a chuckle. Then clutching her other shoulder he gazed into her eyes and spoke thus, "You may have what you want, mistress Illiya, since I plan to do that all along."

An audible sigh of relief could be heard from the direction of the trusty first mate.

"What's this?" inquired the captain. "Don't tell me you believed that too, Zain."

"I will always follow your orders, captain." was his only reply.

Eru laughed too. ''Oh wow Illiya. I can't believe you actually bought that.''

''Remember whom I have lived with the past thousand years. Surely Jasorus is not the only horrible person in the world.'' she shrugged Lemaire's hand off and turned around. ''I'm going to wash myself. While you were fucking his brains out I at the least did something usefull.''

''Ahw don't be like that. You know I am not capable of treating injuries of those who are injured enough to die. And if the captain needs to have his stress or battle exitement taken care off, then who am I to say no. I bet if you'd allow someone to fill up your tight virgin cunt you'll never get enough of it. But hey as long as you do not allow it to happen the first time nothing can get in.'' she shrugged and sighed. ''But sure. Wash yourself. You reek, sister.''

''Sister?'' Illiya scuffed. ''We're worse then that.'' and with that she walked off towards Eru's cabin. Since she herself was always put by the slaves in the cargo room a bath was not a luxery she often had.
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Eru smiled watching her walk off. ''Jasorus would've tortured her by now for speaking like that. What will you do captain. Let her be for now?''

Lemaire waved his hand in dismissal and snaked it around Eru's waist. "Such a trivial thing."

As the exchange amongst Lemaire, Illiya, and Eru was about to conclude, a teen boy came bounding up to the first mate.

"Sir, the captain's supper is ready and is about to be served in his cabin." the boy breathlessly informed.

"Very good, lad" Zain commended, clapping the boy on his back. He did this more to ease the sense of panic that he felt still lingered about the boy. "Congratulations on your first battle, my boy. I heard you fended off a few by yourself with a kitchen knife."

"Aye, sir." was all he replied but the now puffed up chest and straighter stance he took told of how proud he was to be complimented by his superior.

Zain nodded at him in dismissal and off he went back to the kitchens below. Zain now turned his attention to the captain who was flirting once again with the chaos girl.

"I beg your pardon, sir. Supper is to be served in your cabin."

"Perfect!" Now turning back to Eru, "Shall we?" he asked, guiding her by the hand. But as he proceeded to walk her up to his door, he turned back at Zain and said, "Please do wait for mistress Illiya and the both of you can join us in my cabin."

"As you wish."

Illiya had simply went to Eru's room, closing the door behind her before she took her blood covered clothes off. Eru's tub half full with cold water. She gazed in the luxery room. The sheets were a mess and the Disciple did not need imagination to picture everything that happened there. She resisted the urge of trashing the place and instead stepped in the cold water of the bath to rinse the blood off that tainted her skin. The cold water made her tremble. No. Not just the water. The battle too. The despair Eru made the opposite crew feel which she herself tried to compensate with bringing hope to the crew. But Illiya, without ever having met Jasorus' counterpart was far from strong enough to compete with her other half.

Illiya inhaled deeply before holding her breath and completely submerged herself. Always, had there been an inner conflict. Jasorus and his brother, never should meet. But Illiya herself wanted to meet him so badly. Her job in the end was protecting him and do his bidding. That was all there was to her existance. One that would fade if Jasorus had his way and she didn't want that. Despite underwater though, she knew she was crying. She had enough. How easy was it to drown herself if she was a normal human? But death was not something that would come to her so easily.

Zain was tasked to inform and escort lady Illiya to dinner. His ears burned at the prospect of holding her arm and sitting beside her. He thanked the Gods for this simple joy he was blessed with after all the bloody business that had transpired. He happily strode down to the passengers area and one of the men there could swear that there was a spring to his step as he walked down towards the cabin of their guests. When he reached the door of the cabin, he straightened himself and knocked. "My lady Illiya, dinner is about to be served at the captain's quarters. I'm here to escort you."

The next Zain could hear from Eru's room, was the sound of someone coming above the water. ''And what if I am not hungry.'' she asked. ''I'd rather die then having to spend one more moment with Eru or Lemaire. I am sick of being a prisoner and sick of Eru's torment.'' She inhaled again before submerging herself. The cool water despite slightly bloody felt good against her head. Yet she cursed herself for being incapable of drowning herself here and now.

She then got above the water again and out of the bath and looked at herself in the dusty mirror that was in the room, while the water coming from her body and hair formed a puddle on her feet. She walked towards the door and opened it while still naked and dripping wet. ''So if you could please tell them that I am not coming, that would be great.'' despite the water dripping of her face there was something behind the current cold expression on her face. A facade she could not keep long though before the water on her face got mixed with tears.