Setting Sail 15- Morning Wood

Five days remain until he sails away. Only four more nights until he’ll be sleeping in a hammock made of canvas in the lower deck of the Gracious Pearl. The idea was not pleasing to Wilkes. Not when he could wake up as he was now. A gorgeous girl under each arm. Both of them snoring contentedly with their heads resting on him rather than the pillows. If bliss could ever be distilled down to a singular experience, he wholeheartedly believed it was this. He pulled both of them in closer while still staring at the back of his eyelids. He hadn’t fallen asleep yet, but they both had. As tired as he was, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. For a brief moment he considered it a twisted fulfillment of his wish to be left alone by the divine. A sort of curse since they seemed to only directly bother him while sleeping. So to grant his privacy they had gone and removed his ability to sleep. The horrifying idea vanished as quick as it came though. His immediate collapse into sleep was welcome.

A sigh of relief came when his eyes opened again but he didn’t see his humble shack. The area surrounding him was thankfully not a field of infinite grain and hills of self importance either. Instead he seemed to be standing in a polished obsidian church. Stained glass filtered light in through varying shades of purple. He sat on a pew that was upholstered in a similarly purple fabric, the wood of the pew was a deep black. Whether the color was dyed or painted on the wood was outside his expertise. His eyes swept across the empty expanse. Candles were slowly being lit by a small trail of hooded figures. Amorphous things of black cloth. Oracles.

Their slow advance circled the room clockwise. Every time they reached an alcove in the wall the procession stopped to light eight candles, then continued to advance around the room. There were six alcoves in total. He grew increasingly uneasy as the group of oracles filtered into the pew he was sitting in on either side of him.

“A shrouded one sits within these hallowed walls with us. Let him see the obsidian one’s will made manifest. Perhaps then he will understand. Perhaps then he will know. Perhaps then he will see.” An older voice came from beneath one of the cloaks and veils. He counted the oracles now, eight of them in total. That number recurring this often had to mean something. The group rose and drew daggers from within the billowy depths of their clothing. Each pricked a finger and let it drip freely onto the pew in front of them. Wilkes gasped at what came next.

The pooling of blood began to shimmer and then shine. Brilliant purple light burned his eyes as it grew in intensity. The oracles that flanked him began to babble incoherently. Purple flames sprouted from where he could reasonably assume their own eye sockets rested beneath the coverings. In unison they spoke the next words.

“The champion of the sea and sky grows nigh. His head will weigh heavy, his hands will be restless, and his wrath unending. The scorned bastard bears a lash of lightning in the name of the weak. Sea and Sky on high. Sea and Sky on High. Sea and Sky on High.”

The flames died down after their little chant. Judging from the lack of screaming it seemed it hadn’t caused them any pain. If this was the kind of thing oracles could be capable of, he’d need to talk to Meryl sooner rather than later. Especially since she had gone and told him his surname before he’d even picked one. Now a whole cadre of oracles were chanting about some champion of sea and sky? It didn’t take a genius to put together that they were talking about him. Magic that affects storms, that’d fit the sky part. Being a sailor that went around killing pirates slotted nicely for the sea. In the middle of his introspection he watched the heads of the oracles slowly turn to face him. Eyes glowing a supernatural green stared at him from holes burnt through each of their heavy veils. It was unnerving to say the least.

“It is you then, The Tempest sits shrouded in our hallowed halls. Rejoice sisters. The will of the sky father bears fruit.” The older voice spoke again. As suddenly as it appeared, the church vanished. He stared at his ceiling now. The soft snoring of the two women didn’t provide him any comfort. The light of daybreak began to stream in through his window. Gently, he shook Hannah awake. Doing his best to also keep from waking Beatrice.

“Hannah, Hannah get up. Sun’s almost up.” Wilkes spoke in a harsh whisper. The blonde groaned and her eyes opened slowly.

“Wilkes, can’t we just stay in bed longer?” Hannah pleaded with him

“No, because someone has to go and set up their bakery.” He had to be the stern one for once. Another annoyed groan and she peeled off of him. Her clothing lay in the messy pile of all of their clothes. His cock twitched when she bent over to scoop up her slip and dress. Getting a proper view of the baker’s backside was exactly the sight he wanted this early. Pale white and heart-shaped. He could’ve swore he still saw a faint glistening between her legs from the night’s endeavors. There was a whole mountain of cushion for pushin’ back there. She checked back over her shoulder after getting dressed. A sly grin on her face.

“Is that for me?” Hannah teased him, dainty fingers wrapped around his half hard cock. She gave a few idle pumps, and a deep blush spread across her face. Beatrice stirred for a moment, but she was just tossing in her sleep. The huntress muttered something nonsensical while scooting in ever closer to Wilkes. He suppressed a moan while she continued to jerk him off. Once he was at full mast Hannah chewed her lip. The sly smile vanished behind a more neutral expression. “Sorry, but I don’t have time to get you off Wilkes. I’ll be back later tonight, if that’s alright?”

“Of course that’s alright, and I’ll remember you getting me hard and then leaving.” Wilkes told her. His cock still throbbed in her hand, the temptation to strip her back down and keep her here was strong. The need for her to keep her business running was stronger though. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Hannah walked out of his bedroom door. He heard the soft click of his front door shutting and relaxed against the pillow. Beatrice still slept on his chest. He had just had an annoying dream and a mild sexual encounter with her like that. Sunlight finally began to dapple through his window. He rolled to his side and wrapped his other arm around Beatrice. Even while asleep she made a happy little grunt at that. Cuddled up like that he just enjoyed the moment of peace for as long as he could. Ultimately he still needed to go onto the ship today. Annoyed by this reality he pulled back from Beatrice. Inch by inch he worked his way out from the tangled limbs of the half-orc. The wonderfully clingy love of his life however, decided to roll full on top of him. With his back to the mattress and his chest to hers there was no escaping now.

“Wilkes, you’re so hard, I can’t just leave you like that.” A sultry whisper tickled his ear. He felt her hips rolling against him. Wet sounds came from where her slit rubbed against his cock. “Fill me up before we have to get on with our day. C’mon sailor.”

Beatrice raised her hips while still pressing to him, and despite his better judgement Wilkes aimed his cock at her waiting snatch. A soft groan came from him as she sank down onto his cock. Their hips met and Beatrice began to nibble his ear. Her tusks rubbed gently against the side of his head. Nuzzling against her for a second before craning to kiss her neck. Soft moans filled the room as she slowly rode his cock. It was more sensual without the extra body, sweeter in its own way. His hands rest on her hips, guiding the motion at a pace he could enjoy. More kisses on her neck caused her to speed up slightly, but his grip kept her from trying to crush his pelvis.

“Sex first thing? Someone’s needy this morning.” Wilkes teased her. Beatrice just moaned in his ear and nodded her head.

“You taking charge like that, and being so gentle with Hannah… it did things for me.” She admitted, running her fingers in his hair while enjoying the morning sex. “And we get to do it again tonight, and every night until you have to set sail.”

Upping his pace at that, Beatrice let out a high-pitched moan as his cock rubbed her g-spot. Beatrice practically collapsed against his chest, moaning her head off as he rutted her hard and fast. He could feel the meat of her muscular ass rippling with each impact. The bed frame began to creak under the increased force. A faint cracking sound came from below. Wilkes ignored it, continuing to pulverize his lover’s pussy.

“W-Wi-Wilkes, y-you’re gonna break my p-pussy.” Beatrice stuttered as he continued to hammer into her. Her whole body shook as an orgasm rolled through her. A scream of pleasure escaped the huntress. She collapsed on top of him, but he kept moving her hips with his hands. The spasms of her pussy wringed his cock like laundry on wash day. She panted heavily, shuddering as he just kept going. “Hnngh fuuuuck, fuck, Wilkes, yes, yes, yesh.”

The cracking sound came back and followed by the snap of wood breaking. The mattress beneath them gave in the middle, dropping the pair a few inches closer to the floor. Wilkes stopped his bullying of Beatrice for a second. She lifted her head and stared at him wide eyed. He stared back, equally surprised. They’d broken the bedframe. He started to chuckle at that, his cock still throbbing in her depths.

“Did we really just, holy shit we did.” Wilkes laughed at how absurd it was. “We broke my bedframe!”

Beatrice started to hop off of his cock, but he pulled her back down. He didn’t care that they were closer to the ground. He was so close to cumming and could tell she was as well. Broken bedframe or not, they were going to finish what they started. He went back to moving her hips in time with his thrusts, impaling her deeper and deeper. Another deep shudder ran through the huntress.

“By the gods… you’re insatiable!” Beatrice moaned as his tip pressed against that same rubbery entrance deep within her. Her eyes glazed over, while playing with her nipples now. He was slowly losing his own ability to think of much more than the wet slaps of their hips meeting. There was a clenching in his balls, a tingling warmth spread through his cock and up his back. He was riding the edge of his orgasm now, desperately trying to coax another one out of his lover. Gritting his teeth, he slammed her down harder on his cock. Her tits bounced wildly as her head tilted back and another series of spasms worked his member. An explosion of stars rimmed his vision, rope after rope launched into Beatrice’s waiting pussy. The pair collapsed on the broken bed after that. His hands idly stroked her hair as they cuddled and panted.

“Ah, I needed that.” Wilkes spoke softly, Beatrice just trembled gently against his chest. She was all tuckered out, it seemed. She sighed, wrapping her arms around him. He was back to square one.

“I’m going to be walking funny for days.” She whined, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Sorry Bea, I’ll be more gentle tonight.” He promised her. “Well, after I fix my bedframe. Figure I need to talk to the Truebranches about that.”

“That’d be the easiest way to handle that.” She teased

“Might need to look into getting some metal reinforcements if I’m going to go at it with you and Hannah both like that.” Wilkes mused aloud, Beatrice giggled at that. “If I have to stare my apprentice’s family in the eyes and ask for replacement slats every three months they’ll think I’m some kind of sex fiend.”

“Could always start going to my home or Hannah’s?” Beatrice asked, her fingers still swirling along his chest. She seemed to be infatuated with the hair on his chest.

“Maybe, but if either of your parents hear how I make you scream, they might not let me back in once I leave for work.” Wilkes only half joked. He knew Mr.Tellish preferred to sleep through a night at every given chance.

“Having heard them throughout my formative years, getting a little revenge would be fine. Unless they’re hypocrites.” Beatrice responded with an edge of snark.

“That is a problem for another time then beloved.” Wilkes slowly but surely pushed her off of his chest. As much as he enjoyed the close contact, he had work to do. He was already running late on account of ensuring they got to finish. Going only half finished would’ve left him unable to work properly all day if he hadn’t. He’d experienced enough flashes to sultry thoughts as it was during the long work day. Tempting his mind to wander on unfinished business was a recipe for disaster.

His feet hit the floor, and he strode away from her. Beatrice’s nubile form laid seductively in his bed. Whether she intended to look that way or not didn’t matter. Deliberately turning his back to her he got dressed. If he stared at her too much he’d crawl back into bed and waste an entire day.

“I love you Wilkes, have a nice day at work!” Beatrice called to him as he headed out the door. He stopped mid stride, resting a hand on the frame as he turned back to her.

“I love you too Beatrice, I’ll see you tonight.” He blew her a kiss while continuing to walk out. She swooned dramatically and flopped backward onto his bed. Wilkes, for once, thanked the gods above for him being so lucky. He practically skipped to work that morning. The warmth of the sun on his skin was a subpar but welcome replacement to the cuddling.

The dock was alive with gulls and all its usual ruckus. The market was open today, and it seemed items were trading hands faster than they could be pulled out from the rear stock. Naval officers milled within the usual crowd, their distinct coats causing them to stick out like sore thumbs. Amidst all the insanity Wilkes ran into just who he wanted to see. Dorryn Truebranch, his apprentice’s father, was sitting at a stall with a menu of items to order.

“G’Morning Mister Truebranch, beautiful day isn’t it?”

“Indeed good sir, the sea spray air is doing wonders for us all. How’s my boy doing? Is he as quick a learner as I raised him to be?”

“Quite, soon he’ll be running a ship all on his own. Not to mention he’s more than scrappy enough to put people in their place even with the height differences.”

“That’s my boy!” Dorryn beamed at him, before tapping a sign that had his stall rules.

1. Small talk costs 5 gold per minute

2.All purchases are final

3.Orders will be fulfilled according to cost and expense on behalf of the merchant.

Wilkes smiled, and explained what he needed, being a bit sheepish about the exact reasoning for the new slats. Nervously he scratched the back of his head while chuckling through his explanation. Muttering in a voice only heard by merchant and customer.

“Surely you jest, those slats were treated to handle up to eight hundred lbs! You’d have to be practically slamming your feet against them to break them so soon.” He narrowed his eyes “You’re not trying to pull one over on me are you?”

“Well, no sir, you see… It's not decent talk in public for men such as us. But to put it plainly my nightly ambitions with my courtship have caused… excess strain on the bedframe. I’m hoping you understand?” Wilkes spoke barely above a whisper. The older gnome gentleman guffawed at that and nodded boisterously.

“Oh Wilkes you scoundrel. I’ll get your replacements made post haste. You had the standard size mattress frame, correct?”

“Yes sir.”

“Consider it done, they’ll be left out in front of your abode by dusk. Good day sir.”

“Good day Mister Truebranch.” With a final wave, Wilkes marched the rest of the way to board the Gracious Pearl. An honest day’s work ahead of him.