Interlude: Lady Kaya [pt. II]

Syrup Village had never resembled the pirate ports described in Usopp's stories. Its lanes were too clean, its cottages too bright, and its gardens too carefully tended. Fishing nets dried beside flower boxes. Laundry stirred in the sea wind. The morning smelled of warm bread, cut grass, salt, and the sweet syrup tapped from the island's trees.

The sailors sometimes found that confusing.

Then a bare-breasted woman would lean from an upstairs window to ask whether they wanted breakfast or a fuck, and the confusion generally resolved itself.

Kaya walked through the center of the village with Usopp's letter resting against her breast. People greeted her from every direction. A woman above the bakery asked whether the bald quartermaster from the North Blue ship had returned. The butcher wanted an estimate for supper. Two fishermen offered their catch, and the seamstress called from her doorway to ask whether Fatima preferred red or blue ribbons for her ceremony.

Visiting ships looked toward Kaya's mansion, and the village looked toward Kaya. The Welcome House decided how many guests could be received, which women were taking shifts, and whether the creche could accommodate additional children while their mothers worked. Her mother had once managed the same tangle of rooms, labor, coin, visiting men, and village quarrels.

Kaya had thought of Lady Kaya and the madam of the Welcome House as two separate responsibilities. Syrup Village treated them as the same thing.

Dilara spotted her near the tavern and waved hard enough to rattle the bracelets upon her thick wrist. She sat sideways across Major's lap beneath the flowering awning, her broad hips occupying most of his thighs while he reviewed a sheet of pledges around her shoulder. Their twenty-one-year-old daughter Fatima stood beside them with a red ribbon pinned loosely at one shoulder and a blue ribbon looped around her wrist, still deciding which should mark her upcoming virginity bidding.

Here comes our little madam," Dilara announced. "Look at that dress. You would never guess what she gets up to after dark."

Kaya felt the hidden letter against her breast and the damp lace between her legs.

"That is the purpose of the dress," she said.

Fatima laughed and embraced her. "You look happy."

"I am. You do too."

"I would be happier if Papa stopped behaving as though every bidder planned to murder me."

Major lowered the pledge sheet. "Old Harun offered six weeks of fishing income which he doesn’t possess. The baker's nephew offered his boat, which belongs to his mother. That young boatwright visiting from Honeysuckle Village has now pledged six months of wages and a share of the next skiff he builds. I am surrounded by idiots."

Dilara adjusted herself comfortably upon his lap. "Idiots with hard cocks and open purses. A daughter could do worse."

The mention of the boatwright brought Fatima's hands to her breasts. She squeezed them firmly through her dress and then released them.

"I like him," she admitted. "He blushes whenever I sit on him, but he still becomes hard enough that I can feel exactly what I would be buying."

"He is bidding for you," Major reminded her.

"I decide whether he wins. That makes me the buyer."

Kaya liked that answer. The boatwright might believe he was buying Fatima’s virginity, but Fatima would collect his wages, claim her share of his skiff, and discover whether the hard cock beneath her bottom was worth all his blushing. Put that way, he did sound rather like the purchase.

“Have you seen him naked?” Kaya asked.

Only after the question left her mouth did warmth creep into her cheeks.

“Not yet,” Fatima admitted. “I have felt his cock through his trousers.”

Kaya considered that. “It is not quite the same. They can be rather surprising when they come out.”

Dilara gave a delighted bark of laughter. Major lowered the pledge sheet and stared at Kaya.

“What?” Kaya asked. “If Fatima is buying him, surely she should see what she is getting.”

“Exactly,” Fatima said. “I thought I might ask him to show me tonight.”

“And if you like what you see?” Dilara asked.

Fatima gave her mother a sly look. “Perhaps I will help him become more enthusiastic about raising his pledge.”

Dilara beamed. “She has practiced with her mouth for three years. If the boy disappoints her, it will not be because she failed to prepare.”

“Mother.”

“What? Kaya runs the House. She needs accurate information.”

Fatima’s embarrassment lasted until Major muttered, “From the way that fool stares at you, he’ll forget how his trousers work the moment you show him a nipple.”

Fatima laughed, kissed her father’s bald head, and stole a sugared cherry from Dilara’s basket.

Dilara opened one arm toward Kaya. Kaya stepped into the offered embrace and briefly disappeared against the older woman’s enormous breasts.

“Your mother would have been strutting like a peacock this week,” Dilara told her. “The lantern lit again, the eastern rooms full of children, ships stopping every day. She always said a quiet harbor was a hungry harbor.”

“The creche children belong to village families,” Kaya pointed out. “The House has not produced any of its own yet.”

“It has barely been three weeks. Give your cunny a fair chance.”

Major choked upon his tea. Fatima bent against the table laughing.

Kaya emerged from Dilara’s bosom with her dignity mostly intact. “I am quite certain it has received several chances.”

“That’s my girl.”

The words followed Kaya when she continued down the street.

Her mother, Beyza, once walked these same lanes as mistress of the Welcome House. Older villagers remembered her laugh, her generous breasts, and her habit of greeting sailors from the balcony above the harbor road. Kaya had inherited her face but very little of her figure. She was slimmer, quieter, and nowhere near as worldly. She still blushed after asking a simple question about a man’s cock, and she often looked to Elise when one of the hostesses used a term she had never heard before.

The village didn’t seem to mind. Kaya listened carefully, remembered what she was taught, and treated every indecent problem with the same sincere attention she once gave her books and medicines. That appeared to be enough for Syrup Village to look at her and see its young madam.

Kaya turned away from the market and followed the narrow lane between the cooper’s yard and the storage sheds. The harbor overlook lay at the far end, and she wanted a few quiet minutes with Usopp’s letter before returning home.

Old Harun stepped from beside one of the sheds.

He was a thick-bodied fisherman in his late fifties with a graying beard, sun-spotted hands, and the smell of pipe smoke worked permanently into his clothes. Kaya had known him since childhood and regarded him with the comfortable familiarity reserved for one of Syrup Village’s more tiresome fixtures. Harun possessed a talent for standing too close and speaking as if every thought deserved immediate release from his mouth.

“Lady Kaya,” he said.

"Good morning, Harun.” Kaya glanced toward the clear sky. “It looks as though you will have fine weather for fishing.”

“If I go fishing.”

She looked at him more closely. “Were you not on your way to the harbor?”

“Truth is, I was hoping to find you.”

“Oh.” Kaya smiled with mild curiosity. “Is there something you need?”

He scratched his beard and glanced along the empty lane behind her. His eyes moved to her breasts, lingered there, then settled upon her mouth.

"Heard you've been treating the sailors mighty well up at that house."

"We try to treat every guest well."

"Some of us local men wouldn't mind a little treating."

“You may make a booking like anyone else.”

Harun scratched his beard. “You must’ve heard what women say about me.”

Kaya had. Harun’s name had surfaced more than once while the women dressed for an evening or rested together after the guests departed. They laughed about his drinking, his manners, and his age, but the laughter always changed when someone mentioned what supposedly hung inside his trousers.

The story usually involved a pirate who had visited Syrup nine months before Harun's birth. His name, ship, and appearance changed with every telling, but the women remained certain that Harun had inherited his cock from him rather than from the fisherman who had raised him.

“Good sheep for husbands, bulls from the sea for babies,” Lysa had said once. Something about the same handful of island families marrying one another until their men grew mild and their seed sleepy. Kaya had never studied such things and could not tell how much of it was medicine and how much was merely something women enjoyed saying.

Still, Tsujo and Buggy had done little to disprove it.

Kaya’s gaze slipped down to Harun’s trousers. The loose cloth revealed nothing, which only made her more curious.

His clothes revealed very little, and Kaya caught herself wondering how his cock hung when soft, whether his balls were as heavy as the rumor made her imagine, and how quickly he would grow hard if he saw her looking. At the Welcome House, the answers to such questions usually came in a bedroom chosen by Elise, with Jun or Brinna laughing nearby. Asking them of Harun while they stood alone in an empty lane sent a warm, guilty flutter through her belly.

"I don't mean a whole night," Harun continued. He stepped closer, smelling faintly of stale rum beneath the pipe smoke, and lowered his voice despite the empty lane. "Just a quick suck. Get down on your knees and put that pretty mouth around me."

The request was rude enough to leave Kaya silent for several seconds.

If Syrup Village was casual about sex, it still possessed manners. Local men did not corner the mistress of the Welcome House and demand free use of her mouth. Harun knew it too. His confidence withered almost as soon as the words escaped him.

Elise would send him home with an insult burning in his ears. Dilara might strike him. Major would certainly remove his name from Fatima's list.

Kaya should have reminded Harun who he was addressing.

Instead, both hands rose to squeeze her breasts. She felt her nipples harden beneath the blue fabric, followed by a warm little tightening between her thighs.

Harun noticed.

His courage returned in a less apologetic form. "Come on, Kaya. You suck all those sailors who don't even know your name. Let an old village man have a turn."

"They know my name!” she admonished with a smile, “We certainly introduce ourselves. But you haven’t paid, Harun… and haven't you promised your wealth for Fatima's cherry?"

"Yea! That’s why I just need a little freebie, huh? Don't need a room or wine. Just want those sweet lips working my cock for a few minutes."

Kaya knew exactly what Elise would say. Giving Harun what he wanted rewarded poor behavior, undermined the House, and encouraged every local man with an erection to invent reasons for finding Lady Kaya alone.

She glanced toward the mouth of the lane, half expecting to hear Elise's brisk steps or the warning jingle of her keys. Nobody appeared to decide the matter for her.

Kaya liked sucking cock. She found it genuinely fun, and the chance to discover what Harun had hidden in his trousers sent a small, eager twist through her belly. He wanted more than relief, of course. He wanted the private triumph of making Lady Kaya kneel for him after catching her alone. Elise would have known exactly how to manage that desire. Kaya only knew she was curious enough to risk encouraging it.

"That was a rather rude way to ask," she said, with less force than Elise would have managed.

Harun's confidence faltered again. "Beg pardon, Lady Kaya. I shouldn't have said it like that."

"No," Kaya agreed softly. "You really shouldn’t have..."

"I only meant..." His eyes dropped toward her hands, which still cupped her breasts. "You looked like you might want to."

Kaya released herself and looked toward the open storage shed. The fishermen who used the neighboring buildings were already at sea. No village children came down the lane while morning lessons remained in session.

"I think I might want to," she admitted. "But the shed would be better. I do not want anyone finding me upon my knees in the road."

Harun stared for half a heartbeat before hurrying to hold the door.

Kaya stepped into the stripe of sunlight crossing the floor while Harun pulled the door mostly closed behind them.

"Elise will be cross with me if she discovers I gave you a free blowjob after you begged in an alley."

Harun was already opening his trousers. "Won't hear it from me."

His haste should have annoyed her. Instead, Kaya felt an eager twist in her belly. She gathered the long skirts of her dress and knelt upon a folded sail.

Harun pushed his trousers down, and Kaya leaned forward before remembering that she ought not look quite so eager. His cock seemed to unfold from the gray hair at his groin. It was not completely hard yet. The dark, veined shaft drooped with its own weight, slightly crooked and gnarly from decades of use, while copious foreskin covered the head and hung past it in loose wrinkles. Beneath it, his hairy balls dangled low and full.

Harun noticed where she was looking and began to stroke himself slowly. Kaya colored at being caught, but didn’t look away. The shaft lengthened and lifted beneath his hand, the veins grew prominent, and the hidden head swelled against its sheath until Harun pulled the foreskin back and bunched it in thick folds behind a purple crown. Once he became fully rigid, Kaya judged him to be close to ten inches.

It was nowhere near Tsujo's impossible size, but it was longer than nearly every merchant sailor Kaya had welcomed and more substantial than anything she expected to find beneath Harun's stained trousers.

Harun continued working the loose skin over the head with obvious pride.

"Not bad for an old village man, is it?"

Kaya wrapped her hand around the middle. She could not close her fingers fully, and there was a great deal of cock left on either side of her grip. "No," she said honestly. "It is not bad at all."

"Never thought I'd see Lady Kaya like this."

Kaya's cheeks warmed as she gently moved his hand aside. "Really? Everyone else seems to have been expecting it except me."

Harun's cock jumped in her grip.

Kaya drew the heavy foreskin back and licked the exposed head. He tasted strongly of salt and morning sweat, with a sharper musk trapped beneath the folds, not as clean as the men who bathed before visiting the House. The twitch against her tongue pleased her anyway. She circled the rim, stroked the loose skin forward until it covered the crown, then pulled it down again and placed a kiss against the slit.

There was far too much of him to ignore the rest and move immediately to sucking. Kaya turned his cock aside and ran her tongue slowly along the underside, beginning in the gray hair at his root and following the heavy vein all the way to the head. She repeated the journey down the other side before lifting his dangling, hairy balls in both hands. They smelled even more strongly of sweat and manly musk. Kaya licked the loose scrotum, felt its coarse hairs brush her lips, then took one low-hanging ball into her mouth and sucked it gently. Harun's knees bent. When she moved to the other and rolled it carefully against her tongue, he made a strangled noise and caught himself against the wall.

Kaya smiled beneath his cock. Blowjobs really were fun.

Harun groaned and immediately put a hand into her hair.

"That's it. Put it in that pretty mouth."

Kaya took the head first, sucking while one hand stroked the rest and worked the foreskin in time with her mouth. Harun's length made her usual grip look small. Even with her lips several inches down the shaft, more than half of him remained outside. She worked her tongue beneath it and began to bob, taking another little portion each time.

"Long way left," Harun said smugly. "Dilara can take nearly all of it."

Kaya glanced up, uncertain whether the comparison was meant to encourage her. Elise would probably have objected to one hostess being measured against another. Kaya found herself more interested in the cock itself. The loose foreskin was especially fun to play with, sliding beneath her fingers and changing how the broad head felt against her tongue every time she pulled it back. She hummed and kept sucking.

"There she is," Harun muttered. "Village's proper little lady sucking an old fisherman's cock for free."

Kaya hummed around him.

The sound encouraged him. His hand tightened in her hair and guided her deeper.

"Knew there had to be a lusty little slut beneath those fine dresses."

The words escaped with a grunt. Harun froze as soon as he heard himself.

"Beg pardon, Lady Kaya. Got carried away."

Kaya released him with a wet pop. A thread of saliva remained between her lower lip and the head of his cock.

"I did not dislike it," she admitted.

Harun stared at her.

Kaya remembered the way Mirka tilted her head when she wished to appear playfully submissive. She copied the gesture.

"Is that what you wanted? A lusty little slut upon her knees, sucking your cock because you told her to?"

The words sounded awkward to Kaya, dirtier and more deliberate than anything she would have said a month earlier.

Harun groaned as if she had performed the role perfectly.

"That's exactly what I wanted."

Kaya smiled and took him back into her mouth.

This time, Harun pushed. His hips moved forward as his hand drew her onto him, feeding more of the long shaft across her tongue. Kaya allowed the rhythm, steadying herself with one hand against his thigh while the other fondled his balls. Even when her lips passed the halfway point, several inches remained between her mouth and the gray hair at his base. She was not yet certain how much control she wanted to give him, only that she enjoyed testing her mouth against his length.

The head struck the back of her throat and made her gag.

Harun stopped.

For an instant, Kaya looked toward the closed shed door as though Elise might somehow be standing beyond it. Then she breathed through her nose, swallowed around Harun, and looked up with watering eyes. He had stopped as soon as she gagged. Knowing that made it easier to nod and draw him forward again.

His size would once have seemed impossible. Tsujo had cured her of that. On several occasions, he forced what seemed like a full rolling pin of a cock down her throat until her lips reached his root and his enormous balls pressed against her throat and chest, his shaft filling her mouth, throat, and neck. Harun was very large for an ordinary man, but compared with Tsujo there simply was not enough of him to defeat her.

Kaya drew back, filled her lungs, and placed both hands upon Harun's hips. This time she guided him. She relaxed her throat, swallowed as the head passed the point which had made her gag, and steadily pulled herself down the rest of his shaft. His long cock disappeared inch by inch until her lips reached the gray hair at its base and his loose, hairy balls pressed against her chin.

Harun stared down at her in disbelief before throwing back his head and crowing.

"Hah! There it is! Welcome House blood! Knew Beyza's girl could take a proper cock! Look at you, Lady Kaya. Got every inch of old Harun buried down your throat!"

Kaya's eyes watered, but she felt a warm little glow of pride. She held him there and swallowed around the base, making Harun hoot again while his balls jumped against her chin. Only when she needed air did she slide back, dragging her lips along the entire length and leaving his foreskin shining with saliva.

His confidence returned stronger than before.

"Good slut," he grunted. "Take old Harun's cock. Sweet Lady Kaya letting me use her mouth without paying a single berry."

The crudeness embarrassed her. It also made Kaya's pussy tighten beneath her lace panties. She liked the greed in his voice and the absurdity of this coarse local fisherman discovering that he could make the village heiress gag around his cock.

Once she stopped worrying about what Elise would have told her to do, the blowjob became simple again. Kaya had a large cock in her mouth, and she enjoyed sucking it. She whimpered when Harun pushed deep, rolled his foreskin between her fingers when he pulled back, stroked his balls, and eagerly chased the head with her lips whenever he paused. Each response encouraged the next until Harun stopped apologizing altogether.

"That mouth ought to greet every man who comes through your door," he said. "They'd line the road clear to the harbor."

Kaya drew back far enough to lick beneath the head. "If I greeted every man this way, none of them would ever reach the House."

"Wouldn't hear me complaining."

She laughed and swallowed him again.

Harun's thrusts became shorter and quicker. Kaya felt his balls draw tight in her palm. He gathered her hair at the back of her head and held her still while rubbing the broad head over her tongue.

"I'm going to cum," he warned. "You going to swallow for me, little slut?"

Kaya answered by tightening her lips and sucking harder.

Harun gave a broken grunt. His cock jerked against her tongue, sending a surprisingly heavy spurt into the back of her mouth.

"That's it," he gasped. "Swallow it."

Kaya swallowed and continued sucking through several more pulses while his hips twitched against her face. For all his age, Harun still had an impressive amount to give, and she enjoyed feeling each warm spurt land upon her tongue.

When his grip finally loosened, she drew back slowly. She licked the last white bead from his tip, swallowed it, and opened her mouth to show him her clean tongue.

Harun leaned against a stack of sailcloth, red-faced and breathing hard. "Damn, Kaya."

She wiped her lips with two fingers and sucked them clean. "Was that what you wanted?"

"Better."

The answer was so blunt that Kaya laughed.

Harun tucked his softening cock into his trousers. The satisfied smile spreading across his face contained considerably more pride than gratitude.

"Didn't cost me a berry either."

Kaya's smile became uncertain. "No, it did not."

Harun seemed to realize he had spoiled the moment and raised both hands. "Only teasing. You're generous, Lady Kaya."

"I wanted to do it," Kaya said, smoothing her skirts over her knees. "Please do not boast as if you tricked me."

"Wouldn't do that."

"Major might remove your bid if he heard, and Elise would be very disappointed in me."

Harun scratched his beard. "Wouldn't tell a soul."

Kaya suspected he would eventually tell someone. Elise would say that was yet another reason never to reward such nerve.

The thought gave Kaya a small, guilty thrill.

Then she pictured them actually trying it and nearly smiled. The men of Syrup Village were much too gentle for that. They would blush, apologize, and find some excuse to be elsewhere before they ever dared approach Lady Kaya so boldly. Even Usopp, for all his stories about fearless pirates and brave warriors of the sea, had nearly fallen out of a tree the first time she asked him to open his trousers.

Harun had always possessed more nerve than the rest of them. Perhaps there really was something in all those stories about the pirate blood in his family.

Which was a good thing, Kaya reminded herself. Gentle men were a good thing.

Mostly.

She smoothed her dress, checked her hair, and stepped back into the sunlight. Harun followed a few moments later, attempting to look as though nothing had happened. His loose knees and pleased expression ruined the effort.

The village continued around them. Women called to sailors from open windows. Dilara's laughter carried from the tavern awning. Nets dried beside gardens, and the sea shone beyond the rooftops. High above it all, the lantern of the Welcome House remained visible even in daylight.