Sleep

After what you just did with Haggen, and how sore your bottom is beginning to feel, you decide that now is not the time for any accusations against Glenda. You need your sleep. It has been a long, exhausting day.

You climb beneath the heavy blanket, the silk sheets cool beneath you. Despite your guilt, a contented smile spreads across your face as you recall Haggen's tongue exploring you and his cock filling you. Oh, to give in to your desires to surrender everything.

You squeeze one hand between your thighs as you curl onto your side and drift off to sleep. You dream of Ivona, the dark haired beauty and your closest friend at the abbey. Ivona is alone with you in Haggen's room below decks. All of your anger at each other is forgotten. Your feelings are as they should be. She kisses you and caresses your body. Her hands explore you in the way that Haggen's did. Her tongue finds your sex and then it is in your ass, tasting you there.

Another presence enters the room. Someone large and sinister. Ivona will not stop licking your quim and your tender ass. She hugs her face against you as the person approaches from the darkness.

"My daughter," it says.

Standing behind you, twice as tall as any woman you have ever seen, is the she-daemon Hecata. Her black eyes look down at you. Her fanged smile spreads wide across her pale blue skin. Ivona stands and embraces the hulking daemoness. Hecata pulls your sister against her enormous breasts and runs a clawed hand down Ivona's naked curves and between her thighs.

"Yes," says Ivona, as if answering an unspoken command. "I will give her what she truly desires."

She turns to you and you see that Ivona's trimmed mound has taken on the aspect of a cock. She grips it with her hand and steps towards you. It teases against your ass and against your swollen folds. You are still bent over, unable to escape.

"No," you moan as she thrusts into you, claiming your chastity. "No, Ivona. Please..."

The worst part of all is that your words of refusal are a lie. You want it. You love it. And that horrifying realization is what finally awakens you from your nightmare.

You jolt awake and are immediately aware that you are not alone in the bed. Glenda is snoring softly beside you. Somehow she has not heard you calling out in the darkness. She turns in her sleep and cuddles against your side, sliding her thigh over yours and resting her drooling cheek against your arm. You curl your arm around her and caress her shoulder.

For a long time you lie awake, wondering at the many of the dream and feeling alternating guilt and lust at the memories of your behavior the night before. Morning light begins to filter through the window. You are relieved when Captain Rakins knocks at the door.

"We are making good time, sisters. Come, join me for a breakfast and then I will leave you to enjoy the day. We should be past the dangerous waters."

You and Glenda enjoy a hearty breakfast and spend a day on deck watching the lush coast roll past and soaking in what sun you can without burning your sensitive skin. You see tiny fishing villages and mangrove wetlands. Caves that speak of mysteries and an ancient island castle crumbling into the sea. You dine on sour fruit and salted biscuits for lunch.

In the afternoon, you notice Glenda has disappeared. You do not see her anywhere on the deck. You feel as if you should find her and yet you are afraid of bumping into Haggen. You know if you encounter the grizzly doctor again your lust will take over. It does whenever you pause to think about the night before. Whenever you feel that distinctive soreness in your backside.

"Glenda?" you call, trying to get your mind off being fucked. Perhaps you should find the silly elf girl.