“So ye’re really goin’, then?” Storm said with a frown.
“Aye.” Anya said plainly. “Like me father before me, and me brother, and me other brother.”
“And nothin’ I can do can convince ye ta stay?” Storm said, jumping down from the windowsill.
“Nothin’.” Anya said, just as plainly, tossing another pair of boomwool trousers into her sack.
“Are ye sure, nao?” Storm said, slipping up behind her, his breath rolling in like a sea breeze over her back. “There are a lot a’things I do…”
Smiling, Anya could feel his tadger rub against her bare buttocks as his hands wandered up over her toned abs and found their way to her firm tits. He wasn’t the biggest she’d had, but by far the hardest and most eager; certainly the most consistently available.
“If I stayed, what’d we even do?” she said, placing her hand on his. “It innae as if I could shack up with a wharf rat.”
“Why cannae ye?” Storm said, slim fingers circling her nipples.
“Me father tolerates ye because he knows I’m goin’ off to th’Academy.” she explained. “If’n thought fer a moment ye’d have me stay, n’d burn ye to a crisp.”
“He could try!” Storm said, tweaking at Anya’s nipple.
“Nay”, Anya said with a quiet laugh, “n’d do.”
“There innae an’appy ever after fer us.” she said, turning around in his embrace, his shaggy brown hair barely coming up to her chin. “But me ship sails tomorrow afternoon.”
“We have a night”, she said, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing his ass, “and we have a day.”
“I s’pose we’d better be makin’ the best of it, then.” Storm said with a sad smile.
“Shut up and kiss me already.” Anya grinned.
Reaching up on his tiptoes, Storm wrapped his lanky arms around her neck and laid a deep, long kiss on her.
“Guess again.” she grinned as he pulled away panting, and with a grin to match he sank to his knees.
When first she’d taken him on to rat for her, he’d been hopeless at this, but that was a long time and many long voyages with little to do ago. With expert precision and feel he let his lips and tongue dart over her sex, gently guiding her flower into bloom as slender fingers played over her skin. As Anya found the need to settle back against the sea chest, Storm followed without missing a beat. With her seated now, he gently parted her legs, and beyond, her sex.
Letting his lips and tongue dance over her bud he slipped in a helping finger, and then another, always in the right spot, always the right speed. Anya’s knuckles turned white as she pressed into the wood of the chest; she had soon learned that it was best no to try and grab Storm’s hair, as tempting as it was. He didn’t need her pushing him around; he knew where he was going by now.
“Ah~nh…” Anya admitted as the third finger slipped in.
She could feel Storm giggling softly against her, the sound traveling through flesh hitting her through his lips, sending a new shiver through her entire body. Briefly, Storm’s lips wandered away from her cunny, and as he slipped in the fourth finger he moved his attention elsewhere, kissing and biting her inner thigh playfully, as if to torture her.
She loved it when he tortured her.
Teetering on the edge of the chest, and on the edge of her wits, Storm brought out the deadliest weapon in his arsenal. Bringing his hand to a pointed wedge, he buried it in her to his narrow wrist, and with a final, deep kiss to her nub clenched it to a fist inside her, sending her into sweet release with. With a spasm that rent her body, a painfully sweet crash of waves over her spirit, pleasure driving her mind from her and sending her into a primal scream of pure bliss, Storm had earned his name, as he always did.
“Och…” Anya lamented as he carefully slipped his hand out of her and climbed into her lap. “It’s a pity I cannae take ye with me.”
“We have a night.” Storm said, offering up his hand drenched in her passions for her to taste, as she always did. “We have a day.”
“Aye.” Anya said, wrapping her hands around his ass again.
Lifting him up, she threw him into her large featherbed, quickly lumbering in after him.
Before she descended upon him, she found herself stopping and looking at him. Really looking at him. For maybe the last time, she reflected. Maybe even really for the first time. Storm was a small man, a year or so younger than her but short and thin, like any wharf rat, his pale skin nearly devoid of hair, and as devoid of blemishes or marks. In this respect, and this respect alone he was unlike the other rats; like the rest of them he was quick, eager and more than a little irreverent. This last point was generally liked, or at least tolerated, by the sailors, and absolutely hated by the merchants and nobles, but not by Anya.
Anya loved it.
As the moonlight streamed in through the window and played over his sharp features, however, there was something different about him. The eagerness was still there, but the quickness seemed gone from him, as was the irreverence. His sad smile told Anya why. He’d come to accept their fate, and like any good rat had decided to make the most of his meager lot in life.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and at once Anya snapped out of it.
“That I dinnae have yer cock in me mouth.” she said with a grin.
“Well, yer welcome ta eeh~” he began, quickly interrupted by a squeal of delight as Anya swallowed him whole.
With quick, forceful thrusts she sucked him off, the taste of him leaving her drooling and hungry for everything she knew was coming. Soon his mast was wet and slick, and for a while she greased his pole by hand, focusing her hunger on his rootsack. Biting, licking, sucking and savoring she eagerly worked him, until she could feel the telltale twitches of his building excitement. With a broad middle finger planted firmly up his ass she returned to his cock, and no sooner had she wrapped her lips around it than her mouth filled with his warm, sticky jism.
In her excitement, the taste of it, coupled with his groans and whimpers, twitches and flailing at her hair was enough to drive her near to the edge of release herself, and shivering bodily she hungrily swallowed every last drop of him. With a satisfied sigh, she collapsed into the bed next to him, her broad frame dwarfing him where he lay.
“Ye’ve a mouth on ye, ta be sure.” Storm said with a grin, giving Anya a soft kiss.
“Did ye just learn this now?” Anya scoffed, propping herself up on her elbow.
“No.” Storm smiled. “And I know well ye’ve got a cunny on ye as well, and give me a moment and I’ll fill that up as well.”
“I have a better idea.” Anya grinned.
“Than fillin’ yer cunny up?” Storm said in surprise.
“Than givin’ ye a moment.” Anya explained, reaching out a finger where a small, softly glowing ball of light was quickly gathering.
As she touched it to Storm’s cock, it sprang back to full rigor, and to make doubly sure she gave the still slick shaft a couple of quick pumps.
“I’ve been practicin’.” she said proudly.
“Aye, I’d say.” Storm said with an impressed whistle. “If ye can do that a few times, this’ll be a long night.”
“No, no.” Anya grinned. “That’ll last ’til mornin’.”
“Now come show me learning it was a good use of me time.” she added, getting up on all fours.
Quick as a riverwolf, Storm was on his knees behind her, rubbing his cock between her folds, probing for her readiness.
“Are ye ready for this Storm to rock yer ship?” he declared proudly, and the laughter that enveloped her took Anya’s arms from under her. Storm was eager and skilled, but powerful he was not.
“Ye don’t have ta do that every time.” he sulked.
“I’m – I’m sorry.” Anya got out between fits of laughter.
“Nao.” Storm said, poking his rock hard tadger against her asshole. “Perhaps this’ll stop ye laughin’?”
“Ah~n…” Anya said, doubtfully. “I don’t…”
She stopped herself. She wasn’t so hot on this, but any time she’d tried it had been with a sailor of some size, and always with a mast rather than a pole. Storm, on the other hand, had a more suitable size to him.
“Aye”, she got out, “that might do it.”
With a firm grasp of her hips, Storm carefully thrust into her, his cock mercifully still slick and slippery, burying itself deep inside her with ease. Drawing a long, deep moan that left Anya’s laugher well dead, he drove his nail in to the head.
“Aye”, Anya panted, “that – that’ll do it…”
“Aye.” Storm agreed, and set about fucking her.
To start, it was with slow, steady strokes, but as both of their passion grew he sped up, and put his hips more into it with every blow. Soon his flesh was slapping loudly against hers with every thrust. The sound of it was only barely drowned out by Storm’s panting and Anya’s moaning and squealing.
With a familiar whining grunt and an unfamiliar sensation of his jism filling her up from behind, Anya could soon feel Storm rage. The magic did its job, and rather than stopping him dead in his tracks, the added slipperiness afforded by the hot load only drove Storm further into her sails. As her own body trembled in release, she could feel Storm slipping out of her, and big, warm droplets raining down on her back.
“Ah~n.” she suggested, but Storm had other ideas.
He was nowhere near done with her, and with full force he thrust into her, this time digging into her cunny with all the force he could muster. That wasn’t so much force as some men she knew, but tonight he was unusually forceful. Still trembling and writhing from her first two peaks, she was acutely aware of his every move, and as he pounded against her again and again the waves of pleasure that were rushing over her refused to give way to calm seas, crashing again and again as Storm lived up to his name.
Finally, Storm spilled himself inside her yet again and collapsed onto her sticky back in exhaustion. The final waves broke, and left behind a primal scream of utter bliss as they receded, filling Anya with a calm beyond calm.
Slowly, laboriously, she rolled over, taking care to not send Storm tumbling to the floor, but instead settling in, laying across her sweaty, sated body. Clambering up, Storm lay a deep, heavy kiss on her, his arms trying their best to embrace her, but he too was well spent, and wrapped up in their heated embrace, they both fell asleep.
Anya’s dreams were dark and strange, but soon Storm climbed into them, cutting the darkness to ribbons, and with the blackness banished, he clambered in between her legs, and with a kiss plunged into her. Slowly, Anya became aware that the dream had taken the unmistakable shape of her own room.
Just in time to feel Storm’s seed fill her up to a blissful sigh, she realized she was awake again.
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