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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was my head on my desk. The second thing I noticed was my breath. It was hot and filled with need. When it brushed against my hand, my body squirmed. The stimulation was too much. My cock pressed against my stomach. My chest burned.

I slowly leaned up.

Bile rose in my mouth. I felt like I just ate an entire barrel of Pete’s shitty seafood. A splitting headache rampaged over my head. I massaged my temples with my fingers. Memories of last night pushed against my mind. Like a burst of water trying to get through a tiny crack, they poured in endlessly. Of all of them, one came to the forefront.

Maeloson had somehow been captured. His mind and his body were corrupted by that old shit cloaked in dirt robes. He then fired at my soul with a green arrow.

Suddenly, I put a hand over my mouth.

I opened one of my windows and puked off the side of the ship. I tried to do it quietly since my mother and Ellen were still asleep. My throat burned like I’d consumed some strong spice. My eyes were blurred and unfocused.

Once I finished heaving up my insides, I walked back to my chair. Well, it couldn’t even be called walking. It was more like I wobbled back and sat down.

When I took my seat, I pulled out a stick of mint from my drawer. I chewed on it. Hopefully, I could rid myself of shit breath before the two ladies on my bed woke up. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

My thoughts brought me back to Maeloson.

I wouldn’t call him a friend. The closest thing I’ve got to a friend might be Aesteal. No, he might not be a friend, but I did value him. He was a studious elf. He worked hard, rarely complained, knew how to direct the members of my ship. He also wasn’t hard to talk to. I spoke with him a few times in private. The guy couldn’t handle his booze for shit, but he was a welcome second voice when I wanted it.

That same man was taken from me. He turned his arrow at me and fired it without hesitation. An arrow filled with green, malicious magic struck my chest, drained my mana, and forced my spirit back into my body. His eyes, like the burning depths of Hades, stared at me. He crossed the magic array to the next island with that old man.

I chanted a spell and lit my right palm with the Blue Flames of Snadi. I touched my chest and sought out any residual corrupting magic. If the flames discovered any malicious magic then they’d turn a different color. If the caster was strong enough, then any magic could be removed as long as it wasn’t done with blood.

I did this because arrows or spells like the one Maeloson shot at me come afflicted with curses. For instance, a curse could attract beasts to you. Another curse could cause your body to become weighted in water. I’d rather take care of this now than later.

Thankfully, I didn’t seem to be cursed. Aside from some damage to my spirit that needed to be repaired, I would live. Well, that was if my lust didn’t take over my body. Even when I tried to stand, my legs wobbled. A thousand shivers ran through my body. I was so energized by desire, just my cock rubbing against my pants released precum. Never had I felt such a pleasant, yet aggravating sensation.

I breathed to calm myself. I couldn’t lose my nerve now. If I did, then last night would’ve gone to waste.

Torn between my concern for Maeloson and the sexual energies rampaging in my body, I bit down hard on my mint stick. It snapped in two. When I saw this, I put my head in my hands. I couldn’t go on like this.

I decided to get up and walk on the deck of the ship. I must have been the only one awake because no one else was out. The rising of the dawn made itself clear over the skies. A bright sea of orange cast itself over the air.

Just as I let my guard down, a cool breeze brushed against my pants. That made them rub against my cock.

I groaned, whether in pleasure or frustration I don’t know. It felt like pleasant hands were wrapped around my stiffening erection. They gently stroked and licked it like thousands of soft tongues. It was pitiful to admit, but the feeling was so good it made my legs weak.

I leaned on the wooden rail off the portside of the ship. I stared at the waters below me. Though the wind was nice to feel on my skin, more places than others, I felt rather melancholy. The water below my ship swam without course, no rhyme or reason to it. Things beneath it moved as they pleased. My hand was not a guiding force upon it.

I held my hand up, but the seas didn’t come to me. They ignore me. They laugh at me. Perhaps they pity me as well. Either way, they didn’t stand at my side.

I pushed back from the side of the ship. I climbed up the ratlines. Ask me not what I hoped to achieve by doing this. I think the lust just cooked my brain faster than a beef steak in the open sun. I wasn’t tired. Yet, I wasn’t exactly energized either.

Once I made it all the way to the crow’s nest, I stared out into the horizon. My eyes surveyed çeşme escort my kingdom. Miles upon miles of open water, ready to be reconquered. A horde of treasure grander than any emperor’s vault, freedom greater than any slave dared wish for, and a future clawed through one’s own grit, that was what one might call The Passion of the Seas.

I yawned. Since my spirit was damaged, my body became more tired. I’d rather think it was that rather than think I wanted to go back to sleep. If I went back to sleep, I wondered what succubus would grant me sweet dreams. I’d probably blow my load on either the thigh of my mother or Ellen. Both were great alternatives, but not now.

For all my bravado, I must have dozed off for a minute or two. I knew because I heard the sound of someone training from below. I looked over and noticed it was Alteria.

Her glimmering sword in hand, she weaved through several beautiful motions of Balamar swordplay. I noticed a few sparks of beautiful light magic. It wasn’t as fancy or powerful as those of the Lightfeather House, but clearly she’d been taught a few spells.

Tiny orbs of light stuck to her hair. Her white hair turned a very harsh color of yellow. Like the radiating sun, she swept through her stances with diligence, poise, grace, and all those other fancy words nobles like to use.

I guess Liara’s immense vocabulary rubbed off on me as well.

Either way, while I watched her, I pondered the situation in Hæňgaram for the first time since we’ve arrived on this island. If nothing else, it kept me distracted from Alteria’s long, shiny hair, kissable lips, beguiling curves, and…

Fuck.

I shook my head and pinched my nose. I tried to concentrate on our deal. In exchange for my aid against Zevmar Lightfeather and the Lightfeather House, I’d get as much crystallized ash as my ship could carry. Such an incentive was hard to ignore. However, that only meant that the situation with the empire wasn’t as simple as I thought.

To take down an empire like Hæňgaram required massive forces. Even in my old life, I dare not challenge an empire like that with reckless abandon. Its warriors were well-trained. It had some of the greatest warrior-noble families such as the Lightfeathers and Balamars. It was amongst one of the richest nations in the lands of D’orn.

Back in Hilvir, I remembered the conversation I had with Alteria when I first met her. Even back in my old life, I knew of Hæňgaram’s civil war. Most of the world did. It was such a war that it broke the empire’s control and left it susceptible to another empire’s invasion. If that was Zevmar, then surely I should have heard of him. Yet, I never did.

How could that fucker amass such a force? I doubted he’d make a deal with demons. I don’t know many Lightfeathers, but the ones I’ve fought wore righteousness like it was their fucking skin. That’s probably why they aligned themselves with Hæňgaram, its intolerance towards piracy and other evil actions.

There was too much information missing and I gave myself too many questions and theories. Aye, perhaps it was best that I send some of the Hilvir warriors that Aesteal and Maeloson trained to Hæňgaram. I’d need to know what I was dealing with.

I scratched my chin. Though I doubt a knight like Alteria would go back on our deal, I wondered if she questioned my competency now. She most likely desired a deal when she saw my powers over the sea. Now that those were gone, I could only imagine how frustrated she might be.

Speaking of the Balamar knight, I turned my attention back to her.

To be honest, I probably shouldn’t have.

Alteria’s skin glistened from her sweat. The neckline of her shirt was drenched. Her breasts jiggled with each movement. The contraction of her toned, well-muscled legs, arms, and stomach, made my throat dry. She wasn’t quite as muscular as Diane, but one couldn’t deny her build. I wondered how many days and nights she swung her blade back in the Hæňgaram fields.

As my thoughts drifted, so too did my consciousness. I fell asleep again. I counted my blessings that no sensual dreams disturbed me. Instead, what did interrupt me was a hand on my shoulder.

“I found the Captain, Laddies!” someone shouted. Their breath smelled like rotten fruit and the dense jungle.

I opened my eyes. A man with crooked teeth and scraggly beard stared at me. I stared back. “Fancy yourself a fine dream, Captain?” the man said.

“I fancy a shot of Red Dwarven Snake’s Kiss,” I replied groggily. I leaned up, the light of the sun over the sky and in my eyes.

The man patted my back roughly. “Guahahahahahaha! The rough shit that makes your inside spit fire? You got more hair on your balls than any mountain bear, Captain! Perhaps we shall seek that drink one of these days!” he said to me.

I rubbed my head. “Aye, your name? I asked.

“Daven Wolfkiss, Captain!” he replied.

I patted his shoulder. “Aye, Wolfkiss, we’ll başakşehir escort get that shot one of these days!” I exclaimed. He agreed happily as he took my spot in the Crow’s Nest.

As I made my way down, I noticed my mother and Ellen looking at me. Righteous indignation spread across their lovely faces. I chuckled as I climbed down the ratlines. Aye, there was something about the fury of a woman that makes a man long for her. Certainly the attire meant for comfort from the hot weather was a bonus as well.

Once I made it to the deck, I stood before my First Mate and Quartermaster. “What the hell were you doing up there?” my mother asked.

“Well mother, when a man is filled with so much fuck energy, he can’t help but desire to ravage two vulnerable lasses in his quarters. That would defeat the whole purpose of last night, would it not?” I returned to her.

She looked at me and sighed. I was treated to a rose tint of her cheeks. Aye, she looked mighty adorable. I quickly kissed her and then kissed Ellen. Both grumbled at me, but only Sothshore spoke.

“Of all the shit ideas you’ve had, this is definitely one of them!” my Quartermaster said.

I patted her shoulder. “I’ll make sure to keep myself extra safe for you, Ellen,” I chuckled out while she shoved my hands off her shoulder.

“Please get your ass spirited away for all I care,” she fired back while she turned away from me.

The smile on my face widened. I wondered if my businesswoman’s mood was all out of sorts because I hadn’t woken up with her. Well, it could just be Ellen being Ellen. She shivered when I pulled her into a tight hug. “I’ll be alright, Ellen. Have no fear,” I said earnestly.

She didn’t try to remove herself from my embrace. Instead, she just glared at me. “Whatever, you horny shit. Let’s just get this over with so your cock can stop digging into my ass,” she uttered. My mouth thinned when I indeed felt the way her soothing, feminine buns clenched against my meat.

Oops.

With great effort, I pulled back from Ellen and gathered the crew together. My hands clapped as they all came to attention. “Alright, ya bastard ‘n bitches! We be heading for the second island. Know this, we lost some great findings from the first island, but worry not your souls! There is so much more to claim. However, make haste! I dare you wish to not spend an entire year here scouring for treasures! Yer families might die of old age before ya return! Still, for today, feast! Eat, drink, fuck, sing, and dance! Remember, you’ve arrived where no one else has! FOR GREATER FAME AND GLORY!” I shouted.

“FOR GREATER FAME AND GLORY!” the crew hollered.

I pointed to the second island. “Helmsman, head for the second island of Delverhold!” I ordered.

The helmsman sailed the ship for the island. As the land got bigger and bigger, I quickly broke through the magic barrier surrounding the island. For my mana levels, this was a bit hard to do, especially with a damaged spirit, but I made do. I knew some of the mages on the ship grew cautious while we passed through the veil. Aye, for them, it must have been quite jarring.

Some of them told me what they felt, but I crafted a lie for them. It was simply left over magic from the barrier being released from what I’d done. They seemed to accept it.

Of course, I didn’t desire to fully lie to them, but the less everyone knew about An’raie the better. If they knew about her then that would make it harder for her to single me out. They would all act differently which would rouse her curiosity. They’d be too nervous to sleep and I bet some idiot would go check if she roamed the ship. That wouldn’t do good for me or for them.

“Oh Gdrogran! I fight with steel! I fight with blade! My hands on fire! My teeth of steel! Shake the waves! Shake the sky! Make me roar to the gods on high!

HEYA! HEYA! HEYAAAAAA!

OH! OH OH HA! OH! OH! OH HA! Draegon, see my eyes! See my soul! Where shall I go? Where must I sail? For treasures galor, far and below. Cast me not! Fear me now! May my fortune rise high to the great Florian Spout!

MAEGRE! GRAEM! ASHAVIA! OOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOH! Where shall I go? Where shall I find? There goes the vast sea on high! The arrows fly far! The guns shoot wide! Fame and glory! Death and honor!

HA! HA! HAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!

Bitches and Tents! Bastards and Ments! The Eye of Salvorioa finds me there!”

I shook my head as the sounds of song and dance grew loud. Hell, I thought the entire island heard it. Never in my life had I seen my crew pull out the barrels of ale, wine, meat, and fish so quickly. Musicians played on their stringed instruments and drums. I figured I should rename this ship ‘The Revelry.’ It seemed to be a common theme amongst this crew.

While everyone partied, Nz’ia and Boreli helped me. They dragged Kavtha’s Urn through the halls of the ship. I took a brush and slathered the doors with the urn’s mouthful küçükçekmece escort of lust magic. The runes I placed into the urn, I drew on the doors with the brush. When the sun went down, and everyone started fucking their brains out, their lust would continue powering runes. An’raie wouldn’t concern herself with people so content with their lives.

I slithered and wrote on every door. I took special care on Aesteal’s door. I was a bit worried that she still hadn’t awakened yet. However, my worries were eased when her aura still wrapped around mine gently. It told me that she would be fine. I wondered what was happening to her that wouldn’t cause her to rouse from her slumber. Though curious, I didn’t disturb her. I just kissed her forehead and left.

By the time I was done, the urn was drained and I was fucking exhausted. Unfortunately, there was no rest for me. Nothing stopped the ship from landing on the island. That meant, there was no stopping the ravenous appetites of my crew for adventure. Though I was cautious of what might have changed on the island, I already knew An’raie was the guardian. I doubted there’d be anything as formidable as The Lonely Wail here.

Of course, it didn’t hurt to err on the side of caution. Ellen, my mother, and I organized everyone into groups of about five to ten people. I told them of the places they could go and where not to go. I also told them to be back on the ship before sunset. Some asked why, but I merely scared them by asking if they really wished to know.

They didn’t.

I think by this point, they got the message when I told them Alteria would love new soldiers. She backed up my ploy with an oddly sadistic gleam in her eye.

Once that was sorted, I decided to take the men and women from Hilvir with me. I tasked Lady Knight with guarding the ship. She and her crying goons agreed.

We sailed and disembarked on the second island. I knew I had no reason to fear An’raie yet. She’d show up when the moon reached the sky.

The salty air on my nose, I guided these warriors with me to another section of the island. They followed behind me dutifully until I made sure we were all alone. Though a great many on the ship like to laugh, party, and drink, I dare not discuss sensitive matters around them. As always, most on my ship were Draegnarian. A Draegnar bastard would easily sell his captain’s information if it netted him five sacks of gold. We’re a greedy nation, cutthroat to the core.

“Sit. Relax. Make yourselves comfortable,” I told them breathlessly.

They looked at each other. I noticed one or two of the women take extra precautions to distance themselves from the men. It seemed the trauma of Hilvir still ran deep like spilled wine on a tavern’s table. Either way, they all gathered around me. Some even took to sitting on tree branches. I honestly wondered why these Hilvirian men and women seemed so adept at climbing. Was there some monkey deity they worshipped that I didn’t know about?

I shook my head and leaned against a wooden tree. “Alright. I ain’t told Alteria this yet, but it’s about time I start honoring our deal. I won’t lie to you lot. I told you before I wasn’t some kind of righteous hero. I didn’t save you because it be the right thing to do. I did it because Aesteal told me I could find some use for ya. Well, I’ve found one,” I said.

I paused briefly to gauge their reactions. Aesteal and Maeloson trained them well while we sailed. I couldn’t properly decipher how they felt when I told them this. Each of them looked at me with stern resolution. One might think they were actually soldiers before they got on my ship. I found myself impressed.

“A war is set upon the Hæňgaram Empire. Alteria tells me of a coup which will leave the entire empire a burning shadow of its former glory. Naturally, she wants us to save the empire. In order to do that, I need to know what I’m working with here. When this voyage ends and we return to Draegnar, I’m gonna organize you lot into groups. Two or three groups will go to Hæňgaram and sort themselves out there. I’ll scatter others out to other countries,” I said when someone raised their hand.

I turned to them. “Captain, we’ve only been taught to fight. We have no knowledge of information-gathering,” a man said.

“Worry not. I’ll make sure Maeloson and Aesteal teach you the ins and outs of what you’ll be doing. I’ll also aid you with stealth training,” I told them. They all nodded.

Well, it was more Liara’s knowledge would be aiding me in helping them with stealth training. As I know now, there are many ways to create a world where warriors can train if there is enough magical presence. That would also help me in casting more spells. Training with them over the weeks back to Draegnar would prove fruitful with increasing the low reserves of mana I had.

“Will we be recruiting others, Captain?” someone asked.

I frowned. That was definitely something to look into. However, I wanted a bit of discretion. After all, until now I’d never delved into mundane things like organizing spies. After all, I conquered whatever I wanted. Not much of a need to prepare for what couldn’t defeat me anyway. Now, I’ve come to understand just how overconfident I got. My reckless sense of superiority had damned me to redoing my life, no matter how pleasurable this life was from the last.

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