Taking Stock

Vel had not suffered any injury worse than a scratch in the fight, which had not lasted long after the cannons had opened fire. Which meant he was able to immediately attend a debriefing with his aunt after things settled down. He’d taken the time to hear the reports from Avlogg and his other two captains first though, as relaying the key parts of those to his admiral would be part of his duty.

Everything still reeked of gunpowder smoke, even in Fionne’s cabin. Her ship had been one of very few to take a few hits from the pirates’ old bronze cannons, as it had come charging right behind the Fury, but they had done only superficial damage.

Had there been anyone else at the debrief, they would have found it strange indeed. Likely no other debriefing had ever been carried out while the admiral sat in her second-in-command’s lap, with him idly fondling her breasts under her unbuttoned uniform shirt while he spoke.

“The Aluvian forces suffered barely any casualties. We have a few wounded and a handful of dead, all from fighting or enemy fire. None died from drowning; our merfolk allies saved any who fell into the waves.”

Vel gently rolled his aunt’s nipple between two of his fingers, drawing a slight moan from her in the middle of her saying that much the same was true for the Imperial half of the squadron.

“This went far better than anyone could have dreamed, Nephew.”

The smile she levelled at him was uninhibited and beautiful, radiating genuine warmth.

“It seems that, despite everything, I underestimated you once again. If you continue to exceed even my expectations, you really will conquer the world.”

There, in the twinkle of her eyes, Vel saw it. His aunt was falling for him. This was not a blend of familial affection, lust, and opportunism. At least not only that. He would forever treasure this moment when he first saw Fionne’s love for him begin to bloom.

Vel pulled her in for a tender kiss. One she returned, but with equal tenderness. Neither of them hurried, their hands gently roaming the others’ bodies as their tongues engaged in a sensuous dance.

He would also forever treasure the memory of his aunt breaking the kiss, sliding off his lap, and coming to rest on her knees between his legs. The gasp of delight as her deft fingers brought out his straining manhood would remain with him too, and so would the sensation of her tongue on his balls, shaft, and finally his cockhead.

The sound as she attempted to take him in her throat nearly made Vel finish then and there, but he held himself back, softly stroking his aunt’s luscious red hair as she continued to service him.

He entered her mind and felt her moan of delight as she saw him. He too was delighted by what he saw. His aunt’s mind was aglow with a swirl of emotions. Love, admiration, adoration, gratitude, arousal, and so on. All emotions she had tried to deny, tried to hold back so as not to set herself up for yet another disappointment. But now she was safe, safe to feel. It bordered on worship.

Knowing he had brought his aunt to heel, converted her into one of his devoted lovers without needing to change her, was as responsible for his climax as the sensations of her throat around his shaft and her fingers on his sack. Her eyes locked onto his, the bright green irises almost glowing with arousal. Releasing one final groan, Vel spent himself into his aunt’s tight, warm throat.