by Eric Vall
The air was warm, and a breeze brushed past me strong enough to whip the sails overhead. The salty scent was strong, and I could taste it on my tongue when I breathed in deeply through my nose. I glanced over my shoulder at Morrigan, but her dark eyes were pointed out over the water. Her long white hair whipped around her, but she brushed it out of her face with the back of her hand as she looked up at the moon. I knew that the elven woman felt it too, the strange tightening feeling in her stomach every time she saw the moon after we’d witnessed the Wailing. I felt it as well, but it didn’t seem to affect me like it did Morrigan. The elf looked saddened, but her dark eyes flicked to me, and she gave me a small smile.
Morrigan rarely showed emotion. I had guessed that it was her elven nature. I’d had very little contact with the elven people on my time on earth and in the heavens, especially High Elves like Morrigan. The white-haired woman was practically royalty in her society, and it showed from the way she held herself. Like Annalise, Morrigan had a regal way about her, in her mannerisms and way of speaking. She turned and looked me directly in the eye as we stood a few feet apart. The moonlight illuminated her pale skin, and she glowed as she took a few steps closer to me. I held out my arms to her, and her delicate hands found mine. Her skin was cool even in the heat of the night, and it sent goosebumps up and down my arms like a shock of electricity. Morrigan stood close beside me, and I gazed down at her as her face turned back over the water. The elf looked calm and serene despite the mishap from earlier.
“Thank you for teaching me, Master.” The pale-woman whispered as the tiny smile snaked over her lips once more.
“You’re very welcome.” I murmured into her ear as I pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
“Do you think…the Tichádáma would be proud of me?” Morrigan whispered, and her question threw me for a moment.
What she’d asked was something I’d never expected to hear from the elf’s mouth. Morrigan had hated the goddess when we were in Kanashimi, had said she wanted to kill her herself on multiple occasions, but this was quite a change. We’d found out that the goddess wasn’t the one asking for the ritualistic killings, but instead, the corrupt leader making the townspeople do it. In the end, Morrigan had made her peace with the goddess, but I could tell that it still weighed heavily on her mind. The elven woman had been through so much emotionally the last few trips, and I knew this was my moment to comfort her in her need.
“Of course, you’re using the power that she gave to me of her free will, and in a way, the goddess is part of me when I absorbed her power,” I told her in a soothing voice as I wrapped an arm around her and brought her to my side. “She’d be very pleased with you. You’re making strides in your powers and learning new things every day. She’d be especially pleased that you’re learning how to use her powers.”
“Do you really think so?” Morrigan asked in a hushed tone, and I heard the underlying emotion within it. “I just…I know the things I said to her before she died were especially cruel and I want…I want to do her justice.”
“I know I cannot change how you feel, but I know for a fact that the goddess approves and forgives you for the things you said. You were angry, and though your anger was unfounded and directed at her, she understood the pain behind it.” I told her as I stroked her hair softly, and the elf laid her head against my shoulder as she sighed.
We stood in silence for a time and looked out over the water as we enjoyed each other’s company. Morrigan’s skin was cool, as it always was, and it alleviated the heat of my own. I wanted to keep her close in her time of need, the elf was the last out of my minions who would seek comfort regularly, but if she needed it, I would give it to her without question. Morrigan was an island all on her own, but there were times that she needed her Master more than anyone else, and I could be there for her. The elven woman grabbed my hand in one swift movement and guided me towards the stairs. I smiled to her as she glanced over her shoulder, and I felt the need in her eyes instantly. We were quiet as we came down the stairs, and I let my eyes wander over the deck in the darkness. All of the crew were below, probably in their hammocks sound asleep, and we were joined only by the bobbing light of the glowing lanterns scattered here and there.
I knew what Morrigan needed at this moment, and I thought the elf guided me back towards our room where the rest of my women waited, but right as I moved to go below deck, Morrigan pushed me into the open space underneath the stairs. I landed on a pile of large burlap bags tucked underneath the wooden stairs, and I stared up into her beautiful face for a moment. The pale woman hung over me and looked deeply into my eyes. The darkness surrounding us made her eyes look blacker than usual, and I wondered for a second if she used her elven power on me. Her pale, delicate hands flitted up to her neck and slid underneath her long hair. I lay back as I felt myself stiffen in my pants, and before my eyes, Morrigan’s tightly fitting black dress fell to the wooden floorboards.
The elf stood in front of me completely nude, and my erection beat at the fabric of my pants as I took in the curves of her voluptuous breasts. I could just barely make out the soft coloration of her areolas and the small tuft of white hair between her legs in the dim light but was distracted away from those things by the gorgeousness of her face. She came to me in slow steps, the roll of her shapely hips like thunder, and I froze in place where I sat. Her tremulous breasts swayed as she made her way over to me then placed a hand on the sack behind my head and leaned over me. Her natural scent overtook me and filled my nostrils until my brain was a dizzy mess of thoughts of her and her naked body. I reached out with one hand and placed it on the smooth, cool flesh of her hip. Morrigan’s lips opened, and a soft moan escaped as my hand moved from her hip then around to her lower back.
“My Master is such a wise god,” The elf whispered into my ear, and as her hot breath hit my skin, shivers rushed all over my body. “My Master is the best master a woman could ever ask for.”
“My minions are the best minions a master could ask for.” I murmured in her ear, and Morrigan mewled in response.
My hand gripped her ass for a second then came around and slipped in between her legs. My fingers brushed at her sex as the elf climbed up on top of me. Soft moans fell from her colorless lips, and my erection cried out to be released. The elf’s fingers moved deftly at the fastenings of my pants, and once they came undone, she ripped them down and off. My penis sprang to life, and the elf stared down at it with wide eyes.
“I’m so lucky, Master.” Morrigan simpered as her delicate hands wrapped around my member and slowly stroked me from the tip to the base of my shaft. “I’m eager for you to fill me to the brim with your warm seed.”
Her touch was sweet, but her words were like golden honey to me. I groaned softly as my head rolled back and took in the waves of pleasure that my elven woman gave me. My whole body was ready for her as she let go of my member and positioned herself over my throbbing penis. The tip brushed against the moist lips of her entrance and Morrigan bit her lips as she suppressed a roaring moan. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she lowered herself onto me, and her lips parted for my member. Her warmth wrapped around me, and I lifted a closed knuckle to my lips as I fought to keep quiet. Morrigan giggled into the darkness as she rode me painstakingly slow. I felt every inch of her and right as she came back up to the tip, I lifted my hips and slammed into her. The elf had no time to cover her mouth or stop the scream that rose into the air, and I relished its carnal sound.
Morrigan kept up her slow movements and, every once and a while, I’d slam up inside of her to force her to go faster. I loved the way she felt, her skin was cool against mine, but her core was sopping wet with beating heat. I couldn’t resist her, in our everyday lives, I was her Lord and Master, but when she had me in this position, she was in control.
Her dark eyes penetrated into me, and I felt warmth blossom in my chest for the elven woman. As we stared at each other, Morrigan’s hips moved faster, jerking me in and out of her faste
r than the slow pace we were going originally. I grunted through clenched teeth and gripped her by the hips as I guided myself inside of her. The elven woman grinded against me as she panted and cried out for more.
“Faster, Master! Faster!” Morrigan pleaded into my ear, and I did as she asked.
I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her underneath me. The elf’s legs wrapped around me instantly, and I felt her vagina clench around me tightly. I grunted in her ear as I pulled out and slammed back in. I pounded into her, and our wet lovemaking sounds echoed across the empty deck as our moist flesh slammed into each other. I was hungry for her, wanted to consume her body and soul more than anything. Our bodies became one as Morrigan’s legs tightened around me, and I felt her tunnel clench around my massive member.
Her first orgasm robbed her of her voice as she bucked against me, and I stared into her face as her mouth fell open, and her eyes widened. Her breathing hitched but no moans came out of her mouth as ecstasy snatched her voice away. Her hips bucked again wildly, and I groaned into her hair as I felt my own orgasm rise, but I pushed it down, insistent that I give her as much pleasure before I spilled my seed inside of her velvety caverns.
As Morrigan reached her seventh orgasm, her voice had been fully recovered, and she screamed for all to hear as she rode it out. I felt the need once more, so I gripped her by the thighs as I stood and held her in place. My head rolled back as I slammed into her, and each time I did, Morrigan’s voice called out for more. She wrapped around me even tighter as she stared up into my face. I looked deeply into her eyes as my member convulsed once then exploded frothy cum inside of her.
“Yessss, Master, fill me. Give me all of it. I need it.” The elf mewled as she milked my erection for all of its worth, and I let my head hang back as I pumped a gallon of my divine milk into my beautiful elven bride.
When I was done, I pulled out, and a string of my juices followed after and fell to the wooden floorboards.
“I’m sorry, Master, I let some of your seed escape.” Morrigan leaned up and moaned behind a hand as she looked at the spilled white liquid.
“That is not your fault, my love. You asked me to fill you to the brim, and I did.” I flopped down beside her and took the naked elf into my arms. Morrigan sighed loudly, then nestled her head into my neck as we comfortably lay together on the sacks. I ran my fingers over her shoulder comfortingly and soon, Morrigan’s breathing evened. I glanced over at her and made sure that the elf was fully asleep in my arms. She was so beautiful, as were all of my minions, and I took this moment to memorize her face. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, but I wanted to make sure that if something were to happen, and we were separated, that I would see all of their faces in my mind.
Once I made sure that Morrigan was fast asleep, I picked up her discarded dress and slung it over my shoulder, then I picked the elf up in my arms. I carried her down below deck and to our room. No one was awake or witnessed me carrying the naked woman, but I made sure to listen to the heartbeats of those surrounding us. I opened the door with my telekinetic power and saw that my other three minions were already snuggled up in bed asleep.
I smiled to myself as I slid Morrigan in next to Carmedy. The feline turned over and wrapped an arm around the elf as if she missed her in her sleep. I quickly undressed and slid in beside their warm bodies. I snuggled into my pillow as Annalise’s hand found mine under the blankets. Sleep overtook me within minutes as my women surrounded me with their warmth and love.
Sometime later, I opened my eyes and sat straight up in bed. My minions slept soundly beside me, but I felt it before any of them would. I listened to the far off sounds of unfamiliar thoughts and the beating of eighty heartbeats and knew something was coming quickly towards us. I launched myself out of bed and woke Annalise up in the process. The high queen raised her head from the pillow and aimed bleary eyes toward me. Annalise sat up and rubbed at her eyes as she yawned, but I barely glanced at her as I brought my armor over to me and put it on.
“Master?” Annalise called as I pushed my feet into my heavy boots and tied them. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure,” I replied as I pulled the God Slayer from my void pocket and held it at my side. “But get your weapons out just in case, something is coming, and it’s big.”
I ripped open the cabin door then glanced over my shoulder at Annalise. The high queen was busy getting into her clothes and waking up her sisters at the same time. I strode out into the hall and listened to everything around me. The people in the other cabins were undisturbed, but above deck, the hearts beat wildly as the thoughts bounced back and forth.
I raised my head as I reached the stairs and listened to the pounding of feet across the deck. I hurried up then and came out into the blinding sunlight as pandemonium broke out among the crew.
The captain stood at the helm as he steered us in a different direction than the one we were going in before. What distracted me the most was the cat-men crew running around, slamming cannons into their places on the sides of the deck. Miguel rushed past me, and his tail nearly hit me as it whipped out behind him frantically. Sweat beaded his face, and his wide-set eyes were huge with fear. The captain glanced at my polearm warily then whipped back around to the open sea in front of him as he attempted to evade the approaching danger. I moved out of his way and headed towards the helm where the captain stood.
I climbed up the stairs as the shouts and yells of the crew reached my ears, then came to stand next to the captain. He jumped when he finally noticed me, and I stared down into his worried blue eyes as I listened to his thoughts. I nodded to myself as I crossed to the wooden railing and looked out over the water. I could see what was coming from this vantage point and knew why all of the crew were frightened. Two ships with blood red sails followed behind us a few leagues away, and from the sound of the thoughts pouring from their decks, they were out for either our money or our blood. With my nearly perfect eyesight, I could make out the scruffy and dirty men onboard as they screamed and jabbed rusted swords towards our ship. The ships looked identical to each other and moved in tandem through the water as they encroached on us quickly.
“Sir, you may want to return to your quarters, things up here are about to get pretty…unpleasant.” The captain shouted to me.
I shook my head as I held the God Slayer out to my side and slammed it down onto the floorboards. The weapon came to life under my hand as the three blades sprouted from the haft. The captain stammered for a second as I turned to look him in the face.
“Those are pirates, correct?” I questioned as I pointed towards the two ships, and the captain nodded grimly. “Excellent, this ocean journey has been too lax on my minions. They need something to practice on, or their skills will become dull. Pirates are perfect targets for them.”
I scanned the deck below right as Annalise hurried up the steps then looked both ways warily with Bloodscale and the unnamed sword drawn. The high queen held them protectively in front of her chest and scared one of the crewmen who rushed past. Annalise hurriedly lowered them as she caught sight of me and strode across the deck. Rana came second with her elven daggers held out beside her, the fox’s red hair blew back against her forehead, and her baby-blue eyes shone in the light. Her black tipped ears twitched and turned as they listened to far off sounds. The fox lowered herself closer to the ground and kept a steely eye trained towards the railing of the ship as she followed after Annalise. Carmedy came next with the slingshot in hand and a bundle in the other. The feline’s black ears moved just like Rana’s did but right as she came up from below deck, they swiveled towards the crashing waves of the approaching pirate ships. From the expression on her face and from the way her ears lowered themselves almost flat against her head, she was on the verge of hissing angrily at anyone that came near. Morrigan came last, and her pale skin glowed in the sunlight. Her long white hair billowed out around her as she clenched her fingers and green light pulsed from her palms.
The elf’s eyes turned wholly black as she whipped around and took in the two massive ships on our tail. She followed after the rest of my minions but walked backward surely as she took inventory of all the weapons we had onboard.
Annalise climbed the stairs two at a time until she reached the helm. The high queen turned from beside me to look back at the two pirate ships. The pirates were even closer now, and I took in the intricately detailed figurehead on the front of each vessel. This figurehead was unlike the others I’d seen before, most of those we’d ridden on before had beautiful women carved into the front of their ships, but this one was much different. A beast was carved into the wood of the prow of the ship, and I stared at it for a moment before I recognized it. The wooden figure was painted in reds and blacks, and the creature’s outstretched arms were ropey with lean muscle. The beast’s head was shaped like a mezzaluna with the sharpened tips pointed down towards its shoulders. The face was completely featureless except for the open and snarling mouth. Divots and grooves worked their way down the beast’s hard shell-like face and made it look as if the creature had crawled out of the depths of hell. I knew his name, and I knew that face better than anyone else. It was strange to see a depiction of him here on earth, especially when he wasn’t well-known around these parts.
His name was Olrith, and he wasn’t a god but instead one of the oldest and most arcane demons in the Underworld.
