A Comedy Tonight

It was a short time later, once the crew was well into their routine while Cassie returned to her hobby cock and Colly went to talk to Grub, that Rosa asks to be taken down to our quarters. With Danae curled around her feet she pulls my head down so that her soft cheek pressed against mine. One hands holds me around my shoulders as the other cups my opposite cheek, her skin is so warm and soft.

“Cassie shouldn’t have surprised you like that. She’s a spirited Lady who likes to play rough. There’s a lot of my sister’s ways in her.” She croons softly in that voice she used when she was looking after her boy. I melt into her, my arms wrapped lightly around her lithe body. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.”

She takes a deep breath, almost instinctively I match it with a deep inhale and slow exhale. “Are you okay?” She asks again, wanting a thoughtful answer and not a reflex.

Closing my eyes I press to her cheek. “It will be strange with another man there.”

“Yes it will. The dynamics are different.” She runs her slender fingers through my hair. “You are used to me but sex is so much more than simple anatomy. A male energy is something to be respected. You see Grub as a silly little goblin, but he is a rough working man with rough tastes.” Oh so gently she kisses my earlobe. “You are still young, Quin. Younger than Colly or Grub. You’ve come so far but you are still finding your way. It is easy to become caught up in a moment. It’s okay to say no. To them, to Cassie, even to me when you must. Before or during, it’s okay to say no.”

“I know.” I whisper. “Are you telling me you don’t want me to have a threesome with them?”

“I am telling you I want you to be safe.” She says. “Your pride, your reputation, your heart…” Laying a hand on my chest she continues. “…everything that is mine will be yours alone to protect.”

I smile and she feels it against her face. “I am not that virgin you first met all those months ago, my Lady. You’ve taught me so much. You’ve molded me into the man I am.”

With a soft laugh she nuzzles me. “You will always be that boy to me. At least a little bit.”

My smile grows. “Always.” Standing tall I run my hands down her horns then over her soft flowing hair. “I’ll be safe. I’ll probably even have fun. Colly is…an experience. And having Grub there will only make me grow. I am okay, really. I will only do what I am comfortable doing.”

Taking my hand, which dwarfed her delicate hands as much as her penis dwarfed mine, she opens it to kiss my large palm then says. “I have only one command for you, my love. You will remain strong and in control. The ‘boy’ is for Cassie and I, they will see a ‘Sir’, powerful and dominant and in the lead. Understood?”

“I submit to my ladies and nobody else. I understand.”

“Good boy.” She grins.

“Thank you for checking on me.”

“I will always look after what is mine.” She says in a sweet croon. “Now tell me you love me, boy.”

Somehow my smile widens more. “I love you, Rosa.”

“Love you too, Quin.” She sneaks in a squeeze of my ass then pats it. “Come on. Let’s pass out those treats.”

That night’s supper is one of celebration as the crew join us in congratulating Collywaddle on her freedom. When Cassie and I pull the cloth away to reveal the terracotta platter piled high with glistening honey-soaked globi a cheer goes up among the men.

“Come and get it boys. It’s getting soggier by the second.” Cassie laughs.

In a rush the men press in to dig their fingers in and claim some of the sweet balls of fried cheese and shovel them into their smiling mouths. Colly, of course, is gobbling down more than her fair share while soaking in the praise and attention from the men around her. Some pat her head, some kiss her hand, and there wasn’t a man among them who thought less of her for being a kobaloi. As for Grub he never leaves her side, the pair of them bumping shoulders and whispering their strange goblin patois. It was refreshing to see the crew’s welcoming her into the ranks of the free and for my plump green friend it was surely the happiest day of her life. To see her big eyes shining with such joy after so long many years of being afraid of freedom confirms the truth I already knew in my heart. Freedom might not guarantee a happy life, but without it you could never truly find it.

The captain and Kreer approach last and offer Colly their well wishes. As I knew they would they forgo the globi which they saw as belonging to the men. But Rosa and I had come prepared. Rosa pulls up two small clay pots, one in each hand, and presents them to the commanders of our ship. They look at each other surprised and accept the offering. For Nikias we’d bought a tyropatina, a sweet egg and cream custard, and for Kreer a kelp infused fish fritter the vendor had assured us would be a hit with a telchine. Whether the vendor had been correct I could only guess as Kreer’s face expressed no feeling but Nikias’ grateful nod tells us that the gesture had been noted and appreciated. Licking their fingers the crew return to their duties with their spirits high.

As supper is being prepared and the Rosa moves to stand in front of the cabin. All eyes turn to her, each man knowing the night’s performance was about to begin. She clears her throat and says announces. “I think tonight…a comedy!” Another cheer rises up from the Hostia Negra and the men begin to gather.

At my arm Cassie pulls me close and whispers. “Now. You have one hour.” Looking at Colly and Grub she says. “I’ll send them down after you.” Peering up at me she smirks. “The Lady says you’re in charge down there. You, a Sir. Ha! Interesting.” She then quips. “A comedy above, a comedy below.”

I knew she was teasing me and I loved it. “Big talk for someone too afraid to do it herself. Sending a boy to do a Lady’s job.”

“Pff!” She chuckles. “Well, Colly deserves this. Make it an hour to remember, gobbo-slayer.”

“You are enjoying this far more than you should.” I pinch her tit, hard, using my near arm to cover the impudent action. “Not too late to join me, if you think you can handle calling me Sir.”

Her left eye flinches at the pinch but she makes no other outward reaction. “That’ll be the day.” Through a forced smile she growls. “You’ll pay for that, boy.”

With a hearty laugh I fade from the group and head below deck.