Lust and plunder.

You sail with your cousins down the river a short spell, nestled between your illicit haul. Having observed how to do it from his men, Roland and Corinne are able to pilot the longship, using their enhanced strength to do the work of several men. In particular, it's a little disconcerting to see how easy it is for Corinne to heave the ship's mast up on her own.

Half an hour later, you drop anchor and your cousins carry the loot into the nondescript cave Corinne has been sheltering in.

"Well it's not quite the de Glace château, but I've slept in worse." Corinne remarks, gesturing to her living space. The Morlandian slips off her mask, revealing her pale, delicate features and wild blue eyes.

"Something I brought for home. I figured we'd have many victories to drink to, and I suppose I was right!" Corinne says exuberantly, producing a bottle of dark red wine of a fine vintage.

You were never one to turn down a drink anyway. Accepting the bottle from The Spider, you uncork it with your teeth, spit the cork away and take a deep and greedy swig.

“This whole thing must give you a little thrill, no?” Corinne asks, drawing closer to you, as you pass off the bottle to Roland. “Raiding the very people you ally yourself with, plundering their treasures, striking their men dead. And soon you'll return, none of them the wiser...”

“I'd be lying if I said it didn't... excite me, at least a little.” You remark, reaching out with your good hand, taking Corinne by the chin.

The Spider coos with delight at your touch. Evidently she hadn't had enough of you back in the castle.

The three of you each sup from the bottle. It isn't long before Corinne soon divests herself of her armour.

Drinking her in, you and Roland end up sitting, your backs to the cavern wall, as Corinne crawls between you.

You and Roland free your manhoods. You're taken, as before, by the size of the beastfolk's member. As fifty-fifty splits, you and Roland may not have been blessed with some of the physiological differences Corinne was, but it seemed like your demonic blood had bestowed certain... masculine advantages.

The Spider lowers her head into your lap, eagerly going down on you. As she does, her tail flicks up, winding around Roland's prick, treating the sell-sword to the same exotic pleasure you'd enjoyed in bed the previous day.

“You love this as much as I do, Edward?” Roland snickers, gripping Corinne's fleshy appendage with one hand, taking a swig of the Morlandian wine with the other.

“I do!” you say, loudly and proudly. Leaning forward, the strong, dark wine going to your head, you stare into Corinne's eyes. “You're beautiful, cousin.”

The assassin let's your manhood fall out of her mouth, then kisses you hungrily.

“Only our ma's can compare.” Roland chuckles, his sordid compliment prompting Corinne to squeeze his mighty spear that much faster.

“You agree, Ed?” Roland asks, an eyebrow raised. Corinne swaps her mouth onto his prick. “Or you got a soft-spot for your new pureblood Beathan wifey?”

“L-leave Kara out of this.” you tell him, trying to focus on Corinne's tailjob instead.

“I'm sure she's quite comely.” Corinne gasps, as she comes up for breath. “Our dear cousin has a certain... eye for the ladies, Roland. His mother, me...”

“Aye, but at the end of the day, she's only a human, right?” Roland slurs, the wine going to his head. “Anyone without the Allsire's blood in their veins is fit only to ****, enslave or slaughter, we all know that.”

“And not necessarily in that order.” Corinne titters.

“K-Kara's special to me.” you slur defensively.

“Ohh!” Corinne says. “I understand. Special like my spiders, no? You should have seen how they devoured that thrall I brought them. It was so adorable, they-”

“You going soft, cousin?” Roland asks, pushing away from Corinne. “Not sure what Gramps would make of it, if he could hear you talkin' like this. You really the same Edward, the one who helps slaughter Beathans at the drop of the hat?”

“I am.” you claim. “It's just...”

“Just what?” The Shark demands.

“Who knows how long it'll take before Grandfather's designs on the world comes to fruition. We've got to live our lives as well as we can. And Kara, she's a good woman.”

“The fuck you want with a good woman?” Roland laughs.

“Roland has a point, Edward, loath as I am to admit it. We're demon-blooded. **** and lust, evil and domination, it's quite literally in our veins, no?”

The moment spoiled, you pull away from Corinne, tucking your cock back into your breeches.

“P-Perhaps we should examine our plunder, hmm?” you say. The thought of a fat payday at least, is enough to get Roland to drop his line of questioning for now. Trudging out into the wilds, Roland quickly returns with the chests.

The three of you sort through them, examining your score. There were a number of golden artefacts, what you could only assume were depictions of the Spirits. Ceremonial objects, rich with silver and precious stones, golden offerings.

“Corinne, your ma might like these books. She reads, yeah?” Roland calls out, flipping through one of the sacred Beathan texts, illuminated manuscripts that have to be centuries old.

“Only when she's breathing and awake.” Corinne laughs.

“Ah but this, this surely has to be the crème de la crème!” The Spider continues, reaching into the last chest and withdrawing a heavy gem on a golden chain.

It's the biggest sapphire you've seen in your life, a veritable boulder that seems to burn with a certain magic, seems to froth and ripple like the waves on a lake. The chain allows the gold set stone to be worn like an amulet. On the reverse of the stone are some grooves you can't help but find interesting.

“Whatever this is, it's magical, has to be.” Corinne remarks, staring transfixed into the gem. “Mother will be fascinated...”