A knock at the door spoils the fun

Alicia was putty in your hands, ready to let you do whatever you wanted to her, until the sound of someone knocking at the door made her go rigid as a plank of wood. All of the sexual tension you managed to drum up inside her is totally lost now, replaced with the realization of what’s happening and the fear of getting caught.

“Evan? Is, uh… e-everything alright?” It’s Lia’s voice outside the door. “I… thought I heard someone scream.”

Shit, I should have activated the soundproofing enchantment, you think, forgetting that making a move on Smith wasn’t the original plan.

“Everything’s fine!” you reply, on reflex. Then, looking down at the frightened deer pinned beneath you, you realize that everything is not fine and you won’t be going any further with her tonight. Pushing any further, now that she’s gone on the defensive, would only make her hate you. “Miss Smith tripped on a loose floor board, is all,” is the excuse you offer to your concerned companion — admittedly a weak one, given the fine quality of these private rooms, but it’s the best you can come up with on the spot. Lia doesn’t need to know that you lost control and almost fucked a woman for the crime of extending her hand towards you. You already told her how well that went with the goddess.

With the mood largely ruined, you get off of Alicia and walk to the door. It would be awkward to stay and try to have a proper conversation after coming on as strongly as you did, so it’s time for a hasty retreat. Turning back with your hand on the knob, you see that Alicia has sat up and is still very confused by everything that just happened. “We’ll continue this conversation at another time,” you tell her. “Goodnight, Alicia.”

Lia is waiting for you out in the hall. “That was fast. I didn’t… interrupt something, did I?”

“No, no, of course not,” you say. Panic, panic, panic. “She, uh, didn’t even know why she wanted to see me. You know how rich people are. Us commoners… exist to play our parts in their flights of fancy, and all that…”

Lia stares at you quaking in your boots for what feels like an eternity before shrugging her shoulders. She then steps inside your party’s private room, says, “Okay, then. Goodnight,” and closes the door behind her.

…

The next several days see you sinking into a new routine around the ship. In the early morning, you, Blythe, and Lia spar with each other to train your bodies and improve your weapon skills. You take the morning meal in the doctor’s ward, and then you spend the rest of the morning hours doing your job as the doctor on duty. It’s a relatively simple task, now that all anyone comes to you with are small cuts and bruises. Your afternoons are spent searching, to no avail, for clues about the Water Elemental while also spamming fireballs off the back of the main deck as often as you can; now that being low on mana no longer makes you sick, you’re not afraid of ‘grinding for xp,’ so to speak. You eat your evening meal in the ward again, and spend a couple more hours on doctor duty. Later in the evening, you convene with Blythe and Lia in the private room and chat until nightfall. Once the girls decide to go to bed, you leave them be and head out to sleep in the ward.

Except you don’t go to the ward — you cross the hall to Alicia’s room. The night after you made moves on her, you knocked on her door without expecting a response; it was a spur of the moment decision, and you fully believed that she would be in bed with the door locked. You were surprised, then, when she opened the door and accused you of cursing her with foul magic. That night, she was wearing a white nightgown, reaching down past her knees, instead of her usual attire. Also missing from her usual image that night were her breasts, which meant she’d been padding her chest.

“Whatever you did to… to p-put me in such a delirious state,” she said, “I’ll make you pay for it. I don’t care how strong a mage you are, when we get to port, I’ll have you—” At that point, you pushed her hard, making her backpedal until she landed on the bed. Once she opened the door, you’d already decided you weren’t going to hold back. There was no point in listening to her make excuses for the night before; all you could think about was making her submit to you again. You then entered, locked and soundproofed the room, and sat on the chair while Alicia watched in dumbfounded silence.

“Whenever I get serious, you turn into a submissive little slut,” you said that night. “It was like that when we first met, and it was like that last night.” Maybe it was getting interrupted the night before, maybe it was Alicia’s arrogant attitude, or maybe it was the idea that she’s just a fictional being in a game created by a wizard: whatever the reason, you knew then and there what you wanted to do with her. “Since you can’t be honest, I think I’m going to have to punish you. From now on, I’m going to train you to be a good girl. Now, strip out of that gown and show me your ass.”

Since then, you’ve been going over to her room every night and training her into a submissive ****. It started with spanking, but things quickly escalated once you found out how well her body responds to pain. One night, you stripped her naked, tied her up, and dripped hot wax all over her body while fondling her tiny breasts. Another night was spent whipping her while having her wear a blindfold and masturbate. Every night, she has greeted you with a **** glare, and every night you’ve reduced her to a drooling, screaming mess. You’ve made her cum with your fingers countless times. Sometimes you wonder if you’ve taken this too far, but you can’t deny the pleasure it brings you to see her pride break under the pressure of pain and pleasure.

It is now the morning of your tenth day aboard the Ishelle. The detour caused by the pirate attack has sent the ship {if@ fight_option > 0}south to tropical waters{elseif fight_option < 0}north to a polar region{endif}, making it unbearable to be outside for long stretches of time. Despite that, you, Blythe, and Lia are sparring with each other as usual. The three of you have started attracting a bit of a crowd during these morning workouts, but that hasn’t seemed to bother any of you. Blythe sometimes encourages the sailors to join you, even. None have stepped up thus far, and this morning is no different. The three of you see the activity through to the end without any volunteer participation.

Once you’ve finished, you part ways with the girls: you head off to the ward, Blythe is called over to assist the captain with something, and Lia disappears somewhere, presumably back to the private room where she can escape the {if@ fight_option > 0}heat{elseif fight_option < 0}freezing cold{endif}. You sit on one of the benches in the ward, ready to dive into your morning ration, when a large tremor rocks the ship and sends you flying from your seat. The tremor is followed by the sounds of shouting sailors, and the incessant ringing of the ship’s bell.