Hospitality and Hot Sex

Sat at that table, the amorphous mass of fabric stared at him intently. Her glass of water remained untouched. Apparently even just showing the lower half of her face to drink something was forbidden as well. Shining green orbs made themselves known beneath the veil as she did nothing but stare. The sailor cleared his throat.

“I’ve had dreams of them. Twice now. One killed you on an altar made of bone after you spoke a prophecy. The second thrust its fingers into my chest like spears in my own bed.” Wilkes said calmly, there was no change in his visitor’s demeanor. “More concerningly, one attacked me outside of Truebranch Manor.”

“That does not make sense. A creature from your dreams attacked you, killing you with ease in the sleeping world, but instead you draw breath in reality after a similar encounter. Odd.” The oracle’s stilted speech had a tone of deep concern. For the first time she shifted upon her seat. Her hands cupped the glass, cloth black gloves kept even that part of skin hidden. Belled sleeves hung at her elbows, showing the gloves were what Erik had called opera length once. Wilkes noticed the dress she wore was a finer garment than he had seen regularly on the island. It was glossy in the dull light, likely silk.

“Yes, that is what I’m saying. But you’re wrong about it being a dream creature. They’re very real. It’s weird, but it called me a shrouded one if that helps. Of course you called me obscured beyond two years so maybe I’m just special?” Wilkes asked tentatively, the veil swished side to side as her head shook.

“It speaking does not narrow or simplify things. If you were free from fate then your fate could not have been seen by any. You have a particularly nasty knot in your thread of fate is the cause. Coiled around the lives of thousands of others like a Boa with its prey. Cloudy is the best I can describe your future.” Meryl spoke with that same certainty that unnerved him. Even if she was essentially telling him she didn’t know his future much better than he did.

“Right, so ye broke into my home to tell me ye don’t know anything more about my situation than I do?” Wilkes asked her bluntly

“The door was ajar, and I had thought you’d foreseen my coming in a dream again. Your tone indicates you did not.” There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice. She fiddled with her fingers in front of herself. Hardly five minutes into a conversation and he had that stoic exterior chipping. Knowing her name had been enough two months ago, but things had changed. Beatrice had a sour opinion of the oracle because of a singular prediction, yet Wilkes was betting on their personalities mingling with some exposure to one another. He pushed the thought aside and focused back on the matter at hand.

“Meryl, please don’t enter my home unless I have invited you specifically. I understand that can make things harder to plan, but it is infinitely less stressful for me. Can that be arranged?”

“It will be so.” The oracle’s response was as curt as the nod she gave.

“Are ye doing that thing where ye predict the future with every question again? Ye know that miffed me right?”

“I cannot predict anything about you at this time. Ask again later.” Meryl spoke drily. A flash of red in the green glow beneath the veil. Like a streak of dye tossed into water when he’d dropped the crate as a barge lad.

“Right then, could ye do the thing with the cards again if words won’t work? Am I sailing in a cloudy night here?” Wilkes grasped at straws. Her abilities were foreign to him, but maybe if she just tried harder or he said something crazy enough it could work out. A soft chuckle with another swishing of the veil.

“This would be the cloudiest night you ever set your sail towards. Infinitely more than your lone voyages simply for fishing.” There was a hint of teasing from her there. Wilkes bristled as his usual tactic was weaponized against him. She sipped the glass of water through the veil in a way that could not possibly have been refreshing. It looked more like gentle waterboarding than drinking. She spoke again with mirth.

“Oh don’t worry. I came to know of your abilities one and all since I saw how our threads interweave. Though, I am explicitly forbidden from speaking what they are to anyone you haven’t told yourself.” The oracle promised him, the slightly soggy veil dripping slightly onto her dress.

“Could you take that off to drink next time? Your veil is drooling.” Wilkes pointed out to her. Another flash of red within the green, the fabric was tugged around. The wet side now rested on the nape of her neck. Wilkes almost criticized her for it, but he let it go. He himself had worn wet rags to beat the heat before, and he couldn’t imagine the shroud of an outfit was breathable. He let himself laugh as she seemed to shiver as the wet part settled against her skin. A bristled stiffness at her shoulders let him know she was annoyed by that.

“The veil’s absorbency was not understated by you, the sailor. It had been mistakenly assumed as a bluff or jest.” Meryl huffed at him. He enjoyed teasing her like this, seeing the bits of humanity that she had tucked away. At least he coulda swore she was human in his dream.

“Ye know, ye talk mighty funny for a lady that apparently got fancy book learnin’ with the archivists and other oracles. Amy doesn’t sound the same.” Wilkes mused, he sipped at his own glass. He fought back the urge to slurp to prove his point of how much better it was to drink without a bit of fabric covering your whole head. He felt her stare narrow slightly, the glowing green dots on the fabric shifted slightly. More like shaved down ovals. He tried to remember how she looked off the dream and spotting her in the crowd. Two glimpses, what he remembered best was black hair, green eyes, and a hell of a lot of freckles.

“You will ask me to take off my veil again soon. I know that much, and I have to deny you that again. The place you first see me truly face to face isn’t here. Believe that … I want to tell you more, but if I do I risk it not happening. If that makes sense?” Meryl spoke quietly as the air hung a little heavier. He knew his future was tied to hers. He knew Beatrice wouldn’t mind other women shacking up in his heart alongside her. Taking the actual leap of faith was a completely separate action though. He rapped his fingers on the table and moved his lips around like he was swishing a drink.

“Lemme guess, the first time I see you without a veil is when I lift yer wedding veil?”

“No actually. It's when you come back from… well that answer changes each time I perceive it, but after you come back from an important voyage.” Meryl answered him honestly. “I really can’t tell you more than that. Not without prophecy, and like we’ve already discussed I can’t see your future clearly anymore. Whatever you’ve done, or will do in the near future, has turned you into a blot of ink amongst a usually legible tome.”

“Now you’re repeating yourself, just like history.” Wilkes scratched his chin idly, the hairs growing in were slowly starting to resemble a proper goatee. The change in texture compared to smooth skin on his face was better for his thinking he had found. “There’s no way you can read my fate any further, but can you read the fates of those close to me?”

“Perhaps, and with their permission. Erik has a fated course. Beatrice has mild fluctuations. Your apprentice and his cohort are too young for anything solid. Potential fates for children are always higher due to latent potential after all.” Meryl stated. There was a warmth to her voice that had been missing before. He knew he couldn’t lift her veil, but he found himself wanting to at least see how her eyes stared at him.

“If I brought Beatrice around to the idea of seeing ye, letting our shared fate be read, could that at least give me a hint on what to do? The tide reapers are one thing, but faceless entities threatening me in the street are another entirely.” Wilkes urged the oracle to action, or to at least respond to how he was bouncing ideas toward her at a rapid pace.

“I can tell you of your joint fate with hers yes. I cannot explicitly tell you her private future due to the nature of it. Its better if you don’t let such a thing influence you and your decision making.” Meryl spoke again, her voice was firm in a way that told him not to pry.

“What’s Erik’s course?”

“To be your greatest rival in the halls of history.”

“You’re not going to give me more than that are you?”

“Not at this time.”

“In that case, I’m going to go cuddle up with Beatrice. I trust you enough to see yourself out.” As he said that the oracle slumped slightly in her posture. Like a lass that had been rejected of her feelings. He stopped mid step, his mind reeling between offering her to join and continuing to his private chambers. His mind tossed itself between the two choices. Having them both in his bed would be the summation of every man’s dream. Shy and Assertive, Muscular and Soft, his and not his yet. He could seize the best of both worlds. However, he just couldn’t risk it with the state Beatrice was in. He loved her too much to play with her feelings like toys on the beach. “Don’t be glum, you can see us being together can’t you?”

The oracle stood up quickly and hurried after the door following that question. The boards creaked as her heels clicked on the old wood. Wilkes smirked at the fact she wore heels and was still barely at eye level with himself. He scratched at the back of his head when a cooing call came from his room

“Wiiiiiiiiilkes, come back to bed~” Beatrice’s voice wafted to him like the smell of fresh baked bread in a busy market. His feet fell like thunder as he pushed into his room and tossed his trousers aside. He leapt into the bed as the half orc began to giggle. The two wrestled playfully beneath the sheets for a bit, kissing intermittently as one managed to briefly pin the other.

Wilkes grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress while looming over her. She bit her lower lip while looking up at him. He slid his knees between her thighs and forced her legs to spread wider as he leaned in close. Skin brushed against skin from head to toe, his breath hot on her neck as he planted kisses along the tender stretch. Her hips rolled and their crotches ground together. He moaned in her ear as she began to flush while staring up at him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, powerful thighs squishing like freshly cooked rolls. Her ankles hooked together behind him, she pulled him in even closer. His cock slid along her slit, a gathering of her juices made it unbelievably smooth. Her breasts heaved with every breath, the pinned arms leaving them to be totally exposed. He took one of the dark green nipples into his mouth and began to suck. His grip on her wrists relaxed while his focus drifted. Her fingers ran through his hair, soft moans and gasps filled the air. They weren’t as wild or needy as before, it was sweeter. He sucked gently, taking as much of the massive mammary as he could in his mouth before breaking the seal and letting it sag back to where it came from. He began to kiss the chest at large, appreciating the deep valley of cleavage she usually hid from the world. He sucked hard, trying to leave hickeys on the sensitive flesh.

“Wilkes! Hey! C’mon what if someone sees those!” The huntress said with a laugh. She playful pulled at his hair and pushed on his forehead. His face came out of the heavenly green valley, back into the cruel world at large.

“Anyone staring at your tits besides me needs to know to look elsewhere.” Wilkes responded possessively. A knowing smile spread on the woman’s lips. She pulled him in for another kiss, her tongue gently pressing against his lips. He kissed her without tongue a few more times before obliging the visit. Their tongues brushed against each other, exploring the semi familiar location with vigor. Her moans traveled out of her mouth and into his. He groped her heavy breasts while the kiss kept deepening, Her fingers raked across his back, small stinging red lines opened on his back from how her nails dragged. The mix of pleasure and pain flipped a switch in his mind as hips bucked harder. He began to pull back and gently thrust forward, reminding her of his earlier rutting of her walls.

“Someone’s all worked up? Did I get you all hot and bothered sailor?” Beatrice teased him in a husky voice. Her own need was clear. From the hard nipples to the dripping wetness and the blushing face. She wanted to tease him into breaking the interlude of celibacy first.

“Only as hot and bothered as you are huntress. You want me inside me so badly don’t you?” He rubbed his length against her entrance, he could feel her walls clenching slightly from the outside. She smiled up at him, cupping the back of his hands with both her hands.

“Bad enough to think about begging but not actually do it.” She responded honestly. She pulled one hand back and squeezed his nose between her thumb and index finger twice. “Honk honk”

Wilkes stared down at her completely confused. She laughed lightly while beginning to run a hand along his side. She felt his sides and stomach, the defined muscle being watched intently by her sharp eyes. She did end up squeezing his pecs, trying to pinch his nipples like he often did to her. When no response came she only shrugged to his confused look.

“Dunno, figured maybe it went both ways. Someone loves playing with my nipples.”

“Because someone moans her pretty little head off when they get played with.”

“I do no- hhhhhnghh ooooh fuck.” She tried to retort but was cut off by having both sensitive bits rolled between index and thumb. She bit her lip to keep from moaning loud enough to be heard by anyone besides Wilkes. Panting breaths steadied herself before she tried to speak again. “Okay, point made.”

“So do you want me inside or am I just gonna keep knocking on the door?” Wilkes asked playfully. Beatrice spit into her hand before drifting down to stroke him a few good times. When she was satisfied, his tip aligned with her entrance. The huntress locked her legs tighter and forced him to slide into her warm embrace. Slow deep thrusts started the second round of their passion, Wilkes nearly unsheathed from her walls before completely burying himself anew each time. Bolts of electricity seemed to travel up his spine each time, the loving gaze of Beatrice never straying from his face.

The two made love for the first time. No howling moans or clawing for more. Just slow, tender intimacy. She kissed gently at his neck, rubbing gently on his back and neck. Her walls clenched rhythmically to his thrusts, tightening when he was fully ensconced and loosening as he nearly vanished from within. Small whines began to come from the huntress so he made shallower thrusts instead. The whining vanished in place of more throaty moans as he feet stayed firmly at his waist. He did find he could no longer pull any further back as her lock on him tightened. Only his new minimum of two inches deep and the space between fully hilted were left. He slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, her tits beginning to bounce idly from the impact. They threatened to jump up and smack Beatrice in her face as he did. An idea crossed his mind as the repetitive motion caught his eye. He grabbed her left tit and tilted it towards her face intentionally. The nipple mere inches from her mouth with how she laid back. A questioning glance was shot his way before he explained with a single command.

“Suck your own nipple while I fuck you.” Wilkes spoke with authority, her walls clamped hard as the idea caused her to go wide eyed. Her blushed deepened as her mouth opened to let the bit of her own anatomy in. She sucked gently, cheeks not fully hollowing as he continued to fuck her. She was moaning like a bitch in heat now, sounds that would have driven any man to be as hard as steel. Thankfully he was while also being balls deep in the beauty. The tit popped free as she stared up at him.

“Wilkes, I’m g-getting close, don’t stop!” She cooed at him, before he forced the nipples back into her mouth. She continued to suck like she’d been told as he began to thrust harder. The quiet claps turned into echoing plaps of flesh. He Pressed her down into the mattress as he began to hammer her poor pussy with his cock. Her eyes slowly began to roll back as she continued to suck her own nipple. He took the other into his mouth and watched her mind fully go blank. Her legs unlocked, and for a moment he stopped thrusting. Instead he grabbed her knees and moved her legs for her. Now her tits were framed by her arms slack at her side, and legs folded up beside them. He grabbed her wrists as handles, pushed her knees up next to her ears with his shoulders, and began to pound her again. Every jiggling inch of flesh was in perfect view as he rutted her.

Nonsensical syllables began to stream from her as she tried to articulate the pleasure. Wilkes shut her up with a kiss as he continued to thrust. Her mouth hung open and he explored with his tongue. The half orc’s only response was to keep moaning down his throat as her brain was overloaded. He broke the kisses to stare her in the eyes as he continued to thrust deep with loving passion.

Suddenly her knees twitched, her walls spasmed erratically, and a particularly long moan escaped her lips. Her hips bucked wildly as her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. Wilkes held his own at bay through sheer force of will as her next stream of words fell out.

“Oh fuck! I love you, and the way you manhandle me with the gods given massive cock! Ugh C’mon sailor, cum for me!” She pleaded with him, kissing all over his face and neck. It took another minute of thrusting her incredibly sensitive pussy before she could work another orgasm out of him. He pulled out from being hilted in her with a single fluid motion, a quiet pop his tip felt fresh air for the first time in a while. Hot ropes shot up and over the folded body of the huntress. He painted her crotch, stomach, and the underside of her tits with streaks of white. He laid in the afterglow with her for a moment before getting up for a kitchen rag. He came back and gently wiped himself and Beatrice off before snuggling back up to her. The two spooned as sleep crept in on them.