Reprieve[Lewd Content]

It was warm. Soft sheets against his skin as a feathered pillow propped his head. Wilkes rolled over in bed and found himself not as alone as he'd thought. A woman's back faced towards him, deep black hair cascading down to the small of her back. He blinked the grogginess away while drinking in the scene.

The sheets were a deep navy and were the softest fabric he'd ever felt. Silk from what he could estimate. He noticed the sort of canopy drapes he'd heard of super expensive beds having enclosed him with this woman. She was nude in the bed, and from what he could tell he was too. She grunted softly in her sleep and her rump brushed against his groin. He leaned into the touch, running a hand along her side as they lay naked together. He studied her while spoiling himself with the touch.

She was human, pale skin with a dense scattering of freckles over her entire body. Slender arms and legs lent to a job or profession that didn't require much physical activity. She smelled faintly of incense and books. Her face was familiar, but he couldn't entirely place it. It admittedly did not keep his attention for long after she rolled to her own back in her sleep. Her bare chest on full display. Freckles scattered over her alongside golden rays of sunlight peaking through the canopy. Wilkes's mind went numb as he stared. He didn't dare to touch her again, despite the implied consent by waking naked with her.

She was stirring to the waking world from what he could tell. The peaceful expression turned mischievous. Emerald green eyes creeped open. That was when he recognized her, the oracle's apprentice from the festival. Nude and in bed with him. He sent a thanks to whatever god of sleep he could think of. As he did she drew the sheets back, unveiling their mutually nude bodies in the morning light. She crawled across the bed toward him, her breasts dragged along the sheets during the approach. His cock hardened at the sight. She straddled him, slowly stroking his length as she settled in. Craning his neck, they kissed. A passionate but gentle meeting of lips. She tasted sweet, some kind of sugar on her lips. The means didn't matter to Wilkes as he held her by the hips. She ground her pussy against his hard cock, stifled moans coming from her. She broke the kiss and stared at him directly.

"Wilkes... I need you inside me again." She spoke softly. Her voice was a smooth alto, with a richness like the caramels he used to sneak before dinner. Her hips rose up slowly, the tip of his cock teased her entrance. She gasped softly and bit her lip. She stared longingly into his eyes as she sank down slowly. His length disappearing into a tight embrace. She whimpered and flushed when he was fully hilted within. Her hands rested on his chest, she slowly began to raise her hips. Wilkes's grip on her hips held, keeping her stable as she began to ride him. Pleasure jolted through his lower half. Unconsciously hips bucking gently in rhythm with her bounces. Her moans grew louder with the effort. She pushed herself back up, and the scenery had changed. The bed was gone, instead she was straddling him in the middle of a sprawling library. Books went on for miles in every direction, but he had a better view immediately in front of him to focus on.

His mind and hands both began to wander, drinking in the noises she made while impaling herself on his dick. He teased her nipples and felt spasms within her pussy. His vision blurred for a moment at the new sensation. His cock throbbed wildly within her, and she began to slam her hips downward with renewed vigor. Her tongue lolled, and emerald green eyes slowly rolled back. Wilkes was gritting his teeth and white knuckling the sheets with one hand just to ride the experience out. He ultimately didn't have to for long.

"Wilkes- Wilkes I'm gonna- Hnnnngh." The oracle to be struggled to speak, her hips still rolling absent mindedly. She kissed him repeatedly on and around his face, panting between shaky breathes. She leaned back and the scenery had changed again. They were no longer in a library, but a brilliant garden. His own stamina rapidly depleting as she slowly worked him with her pussy. His need piled too high to remain patient.

He rolled the both of them over. The oracle flat on her back. He lifted her legs by the knee, folding her over herself into a mating press. Her eyes went wide as he began to hammer down into her. A long, throaty moan was all she could articulate as he sought his own climax. She ran fingers through his hair and raked them across his back. The sweet sting mixed with the clenching of her depths was too much for the young sailor to endure. He thrust into a final time, deeper than he could've managed by other means. Balls deep inside the oracle, he painted her inside white. Rope after rope as he began to see stars, her fingers still raking his back. She collapsed backward, feeling the warmth pulse inside of her. Wilkes pulled out and began to spoon with her, wrapping his arms around her.

The two laid there, in the garden he had no clue how they arrived in. His mind told him not to question it, to enjoy himself. The grass was soft and the air warm. A cool breeze carried the song of distant birds. He stroked her hair, humming softly as they occasionally adjusted the cuddling. They had rolled and snuggled enough to be staring into each other's eyes. he burned the smaller details he could find into his mind. In addition to the shape of her face, he noticed a small scar on her lower lip. Her freckles were heavier around her nose than across the rest of her face. He thumbed the scar and her lips parted. She looked at him quizzically, a quirked eyebrow and slight scrunching of her button nose. He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.

It was peaceful. Something had been stressing him deeply before finding her, but he couldn't place it now. All that really mattered was here. Laying in a tender embrace with a woman he... loved?

"Wilkes, are you ready to marry me?" The oracle asked, turning back to look at him. The scenery shifted in front of his eyes again. She was in an elegant black dress now, her oracle veil replaced for a wedding one. He wore a captain's coat alongside a more formal uniform. He was most surprised by his shirt having buttons. Whenever this was, he was certainly leagues richer than he could fathom now.

He glanced at the wilted bouquet in her hand. But he still waited on the priest to finish speaking. he only stared at his wife, occasionally glancing at his groomsmen for support. but they were wrong somehow.

Rangpar was gaunt, and pale. His eyes vacant and glazed over as if he were a standing corpse. His jaw hung, broken and limp. His vest was tattered and threadbare. His hands bound in chains in front of him. Rangpar's axe sported a shattered blade and splintered handle.

Erik wasn't fairing better. His skin was an ephemeral blue. His eyes two piercing yellow orbs in a skeletal face. His hair had become a greasy black mop that hung to his shoulders. Visible skeletal structure reoccurred wherever his ghostly blue skin appeared. A saber hung at his side, it's blade the color of dried blood.

Wilkes **** his head to turn back to his bride. her wedding attire was gone. She wore her oracles robes, her veil obscuring her face. Eyes glowed green despite the heavy cloth and pierced directly into his soul as she spoke.

To shatter the spine of --------

To skewer the lord of the sky

To rot all beneath the waves

To bind the orator in obsidian chains

To ensure the fate stone's scheme

ALL WILL DROWN

Wilkes tried to **** himself to remember the name they stated, but his mind felt as if it were being pulled by a dozen lines at once already. His vision swam and spun. The smells of the raid came back. Smoke, Blood, and Gunpowder. Sharp and rich singeing his nose. He held his pounding head in confusion. A rapid falling of feet approached him. He turned just too slow.

From somewhere behind the him he felt a dagger sink between his ribs. The pain bloomed like a fire in drybrush. A single point spreading with heat and pain over his entire torso. Blood ran down his side, staining his coat. He grabbed the wrist of his assailant, and a faceless head stared back. It was smooth as if the features had all been sanded down. The bandana on it's head let him know immediately who it was.

He glanced at the oracle one last time as he began to fall. She no longer stood, instead she lay sprawled on an alter. Chains had her spread eagle as she thrashed, crying out his name in fear. The pirate lumbered towards her, dagger raised high. Cruel laughter echoed around him as the dagger fell.