My High Price Paid to Write Erotica
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It was just a vague idea, really. But there was something magic about this island, and standing on it's highest point, still only a hundred yards from the beach, the far off thunderclouds
crackled and flashed as she watched. All the storms did that, approach from the west, then veer off northward. The same phenomenon that had carried their liferaft here three months ago.
An observor would not have thought of Prospero. Nor Ariel. Her black hair was almost to her waist, framing a face more seductive than mystical. Her deep suntan set off large, heavily lashed eyes, a pert nose, and fleshy lips that always appeared pouted. She was completely nude, with breasts that seemed impossibly high for their size. Her narrow waist flared slightly to hips that framed a large triangle of thickly curly pubic hair, and finished in long legs whose thighs didn't quite meet at her groin. She stood straight, her arms comfortably loose at her sides, at ease with her nudity.
Only close to her could the tiny wrinkles around her eyes, and at her neck, betray a woman closer to forty than thirty. She was very fit, trim and muscular as she stood on the flat rock
that was the island's peak, enjoying the warm wind as it blew harder than usual, flicking tendrils of hair around on her back. She was focused out to sea.
As she scanned for a ship, or possibly floating deterius from the storm, Gina Thorne shook her head slightly. She had been worrying about her idyllic perversion, feeling the ripples of excitement even as she pondered its morality. But thinking back to that horrible night she and her son arrived here, battered within an inch of their lives, her husband washed away in the fierce ocean's roaring wildness, wedged in the small wooden boat, then awakening in this paradise, she reminded herself of their luck.
Her husband Jack had been a bastard, playing around casually, yet raising hell every time she flirted a little. But he had been hell in bed, and he kept her sexually satisfied except during his affairs. She had walked out several times in the last couple of years, and this cruise had been a sort of last gasp for their marriage. Even on the small ship, he had led her into the same old arguments.
"Christ, you were practically drooling over that guy. It looked to me like you were ready to rape him right on the dance floor." His words had been quietly bitter as they tried to not wake Danny. She retorted, less concerned with hiding their argument, "Why you rotten bastard. After that stroll on deck with little miss secretary hump, where do you get off with this shit. Really, Jack. You know I was just trying to have some fun, while you were probably playing kissyface with that blonde." They were always blondes.
"Shaking your tits at him that way. At least I try to be circumspect. You looked like a whore." He was always making cracks about her breasts. He had her get them augmented after Danny was born, even as he philandered with that first one. At least the first one she knew about.
"The tits were your idea, remember stud? But I'm not giving them back. At least I know when you're gone, I won't be lonely. And we'll see just how popular you are when I take half your goddamn money, including the partnership."
That always got him pissed, and he usually walked out, looking like otherwise he might hit her. That wouldn't have been smart, since she was almost as tall as he was, and worked out regularly. Their occasional wrestling matches early in their marriage had made him wary of getting physical with her. She remembered the despair she felt, just before the alarms started to ring. He'd been brave during the chaos, getting them to a boat, helping the crew get it over the side, and then ruined it, just as a huge wave ripped him overboard, yelling at her, "Shit, cover up, will ya." Her last memory of him was that look of contempt as he was swept away.
She had tried to stay civilized, she really had. She mended their garments, and for a couple of days they stayed dressed. But the heat, the humidity, and the need to stay active collecting food, building shelter, and exploring, quickly chafed most of the areas that were covered. Only by staying nude could their skin avoid the painful itching and rash. Fortunately, they both had mediterranean skin that tanned nicely.
Almost immediately she noticed Danny ogling her. She wasn't sure he had been sexually active with hometown girls, though his tall good looks and well developed body had kept him popular. But she knew he masturbated a lot. She had heard teen age boys were constantly horny, and his almost constant erection seemed to affirm it.
It only took a few days for her to realize how much she, too, missed sex. Walking around with her pussy feeling the air, feeling her boobs jiggle, particularly when Danny would be sneaking lustful looks at her, a sense of being in heat became almost constant. She would wait until he was asleep, then sneak down to the surf and masturbate with the water washing sensually over her. She found that after the first few days, once wasn't enough.
Then one night, as she snuck back into their makeshift lean to, she realized Danny was doing the same thing. He was spurting just as she got back. He lay there staring at her as gob after gob lobbed into the air to land on his stomach. Her mind was a welter of confusing signals. He shouldn't be doing that. Ridiculous, she had just been doing the same thing. They had to talk about this. What was there to say? God, what a neat prick her little boy had. "Oh, Danny."
"Mom, Mom, geez, I'm so horny. Ooooh." Another spurt as she stood there gaping. But his hand kept moving on his cock. "Danny, isn't that enough? Come on, honey." There was a tear in his eye as he gasped "That was only my second time, Mom. I have to do it at least three times before I can get to sleep." She had thrown herself on her bamboo mat with her back to him as she listened to the soft, rhythmic sound of his wet hand, and finally a grunt of completion, and a long sigh. They both had troubled, fitful nights.
The next morning, as they bathed in the wonderful clean, cool lake after breakfast, he started to go back into the jungle within minutes of wading into the water. She called out "Danny, where are you going? What's the matter?" He stopped, his strong back to her, then deliberately turned to show her his stiff tool. He wrapped his fist around it. "I have to go do it, Mom. I just can't take watching you." She stood waist deep, watching his eyes flick from her face to her tits, and her clitty popped out. Just like that. No touching, nothing but the stimulation of his staring at her, his admiration, his desire.
"Wait Danny." Her mind was spinning, but she tried to think logically. They both were so wound up that the tension would grow and grow. And it had only been a week. Conventional rules against incest had not evolved on a remote desert island. There seemed little possibility of a quick rescue. She started wading out. "Danny, I'm horny too. You know that, don't you?" He was staring at her pussy as it cleared the surface, as she watched his cock spasm. God knows what damage to his psyche screwing her would do, but it seemed inevitable at that moment.
As Gina waded slowly toward her son, she let the natural resistance both separate her thighs and swing her hips, giving him a tantalizing show. She could feel the lips of her cunt shifting slightly under the wet black fur, and let her titties bounce. She wanted to turn him on now, knowing the inevitability of their incest, starting to heat up with the nasty pleasure just the thought gave her. She watched his cock twitch, and saw a little smile on his handsome young face. The sounds of the insects singing made her preen her body, knowing how sexy the droplets of water on her deeply suntanned skin must be to him. She had very little bikini outline left after a week of total nudity.
She walked right up to him, and reached down to take his member into her own hand, as Danny gaped at her. She pecked him lightly on the mouth, then squeezed his twitching tool. "We're going to have to do it, darling. It's all wrong, but we both want it, don't we? Go ahead dear, put your hand on Mommy's pussy." She felt his palm cover her pubic hair, and his finger rise into her cleft, pushing at the still exposed clit. Thrills radiated upward from his touch, and her last conscious thought before passion swept away rationality was that he seemed to know what he was doing.
Gina pressed her mouth to his, beginning to soar with the freedom she felt, the release of her frustration, the lovely sensation of their lips together, and the flicking of their tongues. Her stiff nipples tingled as they rubbed against his chest. She grunted and started rubbing the head of his cock against her stomach. His hips began humping it. She felt his sharp intake of breath as they became almost frantic to touch, to feel, to strain their bodies together.
Pulling her head away, she held his eyes, seeing the excitement, feeling his pulsing dick. "Oh shit, Mom, oh geez, oh geez." Their evil, lascivious crossing of this forbidden barrier had made them both wild. She dropped to her back on the matted leaves of the bank and spread her legs, opening her cunt's inner lips to expose the wet pink flesh. "Come down and eat Mommy's pussy, darling. And I'll suck that lovely big cock. We can't go on masturbating, Danny. Not in this beautiful place, with someone to love. That's it,dear. No, no gentler, use your tongue. Feel that? That's my clitoris, you have to concentrate on that. Ohhhhhh, yesss."
Her whole lower body was tingling as he knelt there between her legs. He was looking up at her as he sucked and licked, waiting for more directions. But he had the idea now, and she was nearing a cum. Her hips were hunching up into his mouth and she heard him gulp as her fluid began to flow down his throat. She began edging around toward him, breathing "That's lovely, darling. Mommy's going to cum soon. Let me have your prick so I can get you off with me."
Her son didn't realize what she wanted, but by tugging on his thigh and wriggling toward his groin, she got his cock near enough to her mouth to get her lips around the head, flicking at the tip to taste the little drop of fluid oozing out. She felt the vibration as he groaned and humped his hips down, driving the thick meat into her throat. She sucked at the rigid shaft, pulling back slightly. A spasm shot through him, she felt the rod pulse, and heard a muffled cry. Then she felt the stream of spunk as he came.
The shock of his climax dulled her slightly, even though he kept trying to eat her wet cunt. He wasn't getting her clit each time, only sporadically, as she swallowed wildly, getting only a hint of the taste of his gunk. She waited until his prick stopped its fucking of her mouth, then released it and breathed "Fuck me, Danny. Fuck Mommy."
He almost jumped to his knees, his thick cock jumping, still hard. Edging quickly around, he pressed the hot head of his manhood to her seething, saliva coated pussylips. He stared down at her black, tangled bush for a moment, then lifted his eyes to hers. She leered and reached for him, and his mouth sank to hers with a groan of desire, while the first inch entered her. Their lips seared, as their tongues dueled madly, hot flashes of sensation overwhelming her whole being.
He was supporting himself on his elbows, holding her eyes, sinking slowly into her. It felt so good she almost came before he had penetrated her fully, and she was gasping open mouthed at the pleasure of his filling her. He was even a little bigger than Jack, and they both sighed as he got to the point of completed insertion. After just a few strokes she was already cresting, and began to babble as he thrust repeatedly in and out. "O fuck me, darling. Fuck Mommy. I'm going, I'm going oh there, there, Aaaaaaagh."
She was not surprised to feel her orgasm approaching fast, but his excitement amazed her. He had popped into her mouth five minutes before, and now was nearing another nut. God he must have been horny, she thought. In spite of all that jacking off. Gina humped her hips up to his thrusts, the thrills radiating, swelling, taking her into a neverland of pleasure.
Her cuntal spasms began taking her out of herself as she seemed to watch from somewhere outside, the gorgeous pair of bodies in this island paradise climaxing wildly. He froze deep inside her, and warmth radiated from the center of her groin as his spunk filled her. Then he pulled out and humped again, and she felt more heat. Her own orgasm rippled like huge waves throughout her body. They feverishly mashed their groins together, the soaring feeling taking both to a high plane of ecstacy. So strong, so wonderful, she thought as her hands pulled and scratched at his back.
When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her. "Did you get off, Mom? Just like me?" She grinned up at him, and nodded "Yes darling, a nice big cum. Don't your little teeny boppers get off?" "None I ever fucked, Mom. They just lay there. Geez, I felt you squeezing my prick. It was neat. I always thought you'd be hot." She pulled his head down and kissed his open mouth, then licked at the sweat on his upper lip. As she did, she realized he was still hard, still inside her. "Christ, Danny, you've still got it up. Can you go again, that quick?"
He was staring down at her tits, one hand cupping, pinching, and kneading. "Sometimes I beat off four times, one after the other, Mom. Are you ready for more? I am." She clenched her cunt around him, and felt the little jump it caused. "You're a woman's wet dream, darling. Can't you feel how wet I am? Go ahead, umm good, just like that, ohhh fuck Mommy."
It had been so wonderful, that second time. He started with frantic spasms, but she wrapped her legs around his thighs, and cooed "Slower, darling. Slower. Here, let me guide you." Her hands pulled him away until only the head still nestled in her dripping cunt, then pulled him smoothly back to her depths. "Like that, smooth, yes, uh huh, oh Danny." She got off half way through, then came again just after he spurted into her fifteen minutes later. The orgasms reminded her of when she and Jack were first married, strong, vibrating, all encompassing completions. He softened after that third time, and they both giggled when he finally popped out of her hole and liquid poured out. Suddenly a look of panic went across his face. Her heart sank until he asked "Hey Mom, can I make you pregnant? I never thought about that."
She laughed and reminded him about having her tubes tied ten years ago. "I didn't want another baby with your dad, Danny. You were enough for me. Looks like you still are. Lets cool off." They rolled over three times, together, until the cool water engulfed them.
As she stood and stared out at the storm already starting to move away, she realized her hand was caressing her slit, remembering that first day. Four more times he had taken her, twice as the late evening cooled their hut off, after she taught him how to eat her pussy. As the days passed into weeks, she taught him every position she knew, and they experimented freely. Never less than three times a day, and she usually had to suck him off when they went to sleep. She had never experienced anal sex, but the first night she had been menstruating, he beat off into her anus, then used the jism to lubricate her. She was amazed at how good it ended up feeling.
Her body adjusted to the constant nudity, and she enjoyed long walks in the lush jungle, the tickle of the leaves adding to her sense of continuous erotic pleasure. Her mind settled into nearly constant anticipation of their next love making, playing out fantasies she then tried to realize. Even as the tiny voice in her mind wondered at the rightness of it, they lost themselves in the frenetic coupling that was their principal amusement.
As she continued watching the storm recede, she began thinking about heading back and letting him do her asshole again. There was a smile on her face as the little doubts faded, when she noticed the tiny speck on the horizon. Two weeks before, a carton of wine had washed up, and they were still enjoying it. This was bigger, she could tell from it's position probably eight miles away, but everything ended up on their beach. She started picking her way down, excited about what this latest find would be.
TwoDanny was putting the final touches on an extension of their shelter when she got back to the little clearing just off the beach. When he heard her, he turned, sank to his knees, leaned back, and humped his hips forward, making his cock jut out toward her. She leered at him, which was just what he wanted. Her admiration of his tool, even from afar, made it start to stiffen as she watched.
As she dropped to her hands and knees and began crawling toward him, she felt the wonder of how randy they had become. "I'm glad you're back, Mommy cunt. How 'bout a blow job." As her eyes focused on his twitching dong, she murmured "Oh you're so nasty, darling. So naughty. And your thing is soooo big. I don't know if I can get it in my mouth." She got close enough to blow on it's head, grinning as she swung her boobs beneath her chest, and it raised to fully erect as her hot breath played on the pulsing flesh. "But I'll try, baby."
Gina took her son's cockhead in her mouth, just the pearshaped tip, and sucked it in a pulsating way as her tongue played lightly across the slit oozing already. He was developing good self control, and she looked up to see his eyes closed, a smile playing on his lips. His stomach muscles rippled in his strained position, as his hands played in her hair. She still wanted it in her ass, and when he got off quick, he could stay hard. She opened her lips, and sank his tube slowly back into her throat. Then she closed her lips around its base, her tongue playing on the underside, and swallowed several times.
"Oh god, Mom. You know I can't take too much of that. Watch out, watch out." She felt spasms in the thick member, almost feeling the thick jism starting to rise from his balls. She pulled up, to the end, then again sank it to its full length, swallowing frantically. She felt two quick spasms, then heard him groan as a gush of liquid shot down her throat. She pulled back, and began accumulating the thick cream in her mouth.
His constant cums had made his ability to make spunk increase, and he filled her mouth completely even before he finished. She pulled her head away, and let the white goo ooze into her cupped hand. Quickly, she reached back and began massaging it into the wrinkled ring of her anus, two fingers opening the tight doorway as she again mouthed his cock. By the time she had stuffed two full loads inside her bowel, he had gotten the idea, and a look of bright excitement had taken over his face. "Christ, you're a sexy whore, Mom. You want it in the ass, don't you?"
She nodded several times, as her lips opened to show him the residue of gunk in her mouth. Her hand was still working his prick, and as she had guessed, it stayed stiff. "Yes darling, hard and nasty. Try to make it hurt. Fuck Mommy's ass." The evil lewdness of her words already had a tiny rivulet of her juice dripping down her thigh from her slit. Danny scrambled around and positioned his hard rod at her back end. He leaned onto her back, one hand sliding into her pussy, and whispered "Beg for it, slut. Beg me to hump your butt."
She twisted her head around so their eyes met, as she smiled and grunted "Do it, darling. Please, please, fill your Mommy whore's asshole. Hurry, hurry." He groaned as he pushed at the tiny hole, and it opened easily, now experienced at accomodating his buggering. There was a slight twinge as the rim opened, then wild pleasure as he sunk his whole length slowly into her intestine, both groaning in the warm afternoon. His hand was diddling gently at her clitty, and her mind soared into sensual abandonment to the full pressure inside her.
His other hand began fondling her breasts as he began to cycle into her, the friction well lubricated by his spunk. She rested on her elbows as the movement stimulated her whole bottom, and felt the gentle rise toward orgasm so lovely in their island of delight. "Yes, yes Danny, just like that, ummmmm." She could feel the hardness of him as he fucked, and time seemed to stand still. For minutes he maintained a steady, driving rhythm, but she felt him begin to speed up after a while, as she let herself go into a rolling, vibrating climax. The smell of their sweat, and her musky cream surrounded them.
"Oh yes, I'm over, I'm over, aaaaagh, Danny." His pace became frantic as his hand rubbed her cream all over her cunt, making the hair wet with thick liquid. It helped raise her cum to incredible heights, a completion so vibrant it really was what the French called a "small death."
Heat burst into her, almost like an enema, and her elbows gave out as she felt waves of his gunk fill her. "Oh Mom, oh Mom, I love you, ahhhhhh."
She collapsed completely, her butt cheeks squeezing his dick as it shrunk. The spasms were still reverberating as she lay there, groaning "Oh, I'm so fucked, so fucked." They were both gasping, as he lay on top of her. His member left her, and he fell to the side. They didn't speak as both came down from the soaring heights of passion. She felt the flow of stuff dripping out, through her still wet pubic hair, and onto the mat below her hips. Finally, she raised her head, and whispered "We're getting good at this, darling. And I love you too."
She felt him start to wriggle around toward her brown butt, his cock bouncing against her arm. He wants to eat me, she thought, Christ, he's insatiable. She giggled and jumped up, trotting toward the surf. "There's something washing up, Danny. It'll be here soon. Clean up so we can see what it is." She dove into the waves, nearly three feet high because of the storm, and rubbed at her groin area. The salt water had at first seemed harsh, but was now pleasantly abrasive on her taut skin. The ocean water was warm, and she liked getting clean with the sand and salt, then rinsing off in the cool fresh water of the lake.
Her body felt wonderful as she trotted toward the jungle path, and she did a flat dive into the cool, spring fed pond. The slight shock was almost sexual. Even though she was having the most sexually satisfying time of her life, she still felt in heat constantly. A good thing, too, because Danny would occasionally jump her by surprise. She was always ready.
They realized that it was a raft, and that there were people on it, when it was about two hundred yards out. In spite of the risk of sharks, they both swam out and pulled it quickly to the sandy beach. The young woman raised her head and moaned, but the man stayed flat on his stomach. Danny felt for a pulse, and said "He's alive. Wow, look at her face." The woman was bright red, and her lips were terribly chapped, nearly brown with scabs. The man's back above a pair of shorts was also badly sunburned. They had been out on the ocean a long time.
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I awakened when my door opened. "Come," Ayala said. "Prepare for dinner." "Yes Ayala." She picked up my cuffs and clamped them on me. She opened a drawer, took out a brush and bade me to sit. It hurt as she untangled my long hair. "You must have your hair brushed at all times." She hissed at me. "I will not look bad because of a slave." "Yes Ayala." "Soon you will be expected to be perfect." "How will I learn to move like you?" "It is called Tai Chi. You will join the...
A dinging bell woke me up. Salome was sitting on my stuffed chair. She stretched and her eyes popped open. "Hi, sleepy head. You look better." I shook my head, remembering last night. "Were you meditating?" "Yes. It was a new experience. I counted your breaths instead of mine." "Did it work?" "Yes. I drifted away, hearing my sister sleeping peacefully." I leapt out of bed and went to her. She rose and we hugged tightly. "Thank you, sister. I've never had anyone like...
Despite the trappings of opulence in the form of large tapestries that absorbed all stray sound, the chime rang clear and commanding in Amanda's ears. When her feet did not obey the summons but remained sunk into the plush carpet, a hand alighted on her shoulder. "Don't dawdle. Go." Amanda turned her head, but could see Larra only out of the corner of her eye. Larra nudged her, accompanied by a short outtake of breath, not so much admonishment as exasperation. Amanda knew what it meant:...
The slim man stepped across the threshold, and the door swung closed behind him with a tiny squeak of old hinges that seemed loud in the morning calm. When the cool ocean breeze behind him had ceased, a pall of stale sweat and brine teased the stranger's nose from under his hood despite the early hour and the almost empty tavern. The barkeep, a burly man with a misshapen nose, gave the stranger a wary eye and paused with his broom in mid-sweep. Two haggard men in a far corner abandoned...
The last quarter moon had convinced Lord Ambassador Mandas that the sole purpose of an architecture which advocated long, wide hallways festooned with statues of scowling royalty and state ministers of the past was to intimidate people like him as they scurried about their official business. Mandas had become inured to most of them as he dashed from one high official to another to gather more information for the King on the impending crisis with Oceanus. He had been shocked to hear that...
The men and women that considered themselves among the ranks of the so-called Rogue Mages milled in loose groups within the Chamber of Equals at the Oceanus Mage Guild. They betrayed no notice or concern for the scowls of reproof from the Traditionalist Mage Elders or the bemused looks of the Empiricists. They engaged in idle chatter, the occasional smattering of laughter rising above the din of conversation, earning only more reproachful looks. Few looked the part of a Mage. Absent were the...
Amanda felt yet another sharp tug on her collar chain despite the fact that she was keeping pace; she suspected that Halno, the Head of Staff, did it because he could. The completion of her remedial training meant she was a full slave, and thus accessible to Norlan's servants. Unlike slaves, servants were employees, and thus entitled to salary and benefits. Amanda and her ilk were one of the latter. At first, Amanda had been grateful. The servants were a talkative lot, and liked to trade...
Jollis had visited the Imperial Palace of Oceanus only once during the waning days of the first phase of Enlightenment, when the old Oceanus order had been unwound save for a scant few Nobles and Overlords they had missed. The Inonni would never refer to them as having escaped, as that implied that their future was imprisonment. The Inonni simply wanted them to fit properly into the new order. Their resistance was to their own detriment, worse than anything they imagined the Inonni would do...
Amanda had thought that her mind would dwell upon the indignity of being caged in a small, silent alcove waiting to be used like a plastic sex toy. Instead, she had surprised herself with how accepting she had become of her new role. Initially, she had viewed it as a boon, a way to avoid insanity. Now she wondered if the insanity would have been preferable; or a despairing semi-catatonic state that would leave her with little capacity to feel on her own; or a Draught-induced vapidness that...
Kyllos' footsteps echoed despite the softness of his shoes as he walked towards the dais in the throne room of the Imperial Palace. His tired eyes beheld the throne in another vain hope that the Emperor had come to his senses and taken his rightful place. Instead, the blood-stained sword still lay across its hand-rests, and dust covered the seat. Kyllos folded his hands and stopped at the foot of the dais, allowing himself a rare sigh as his eyes swept the chamber. He had heard that one of...
Mandas held his head high as he strode into the anteroom, resplendent in the ruffles and silks which comprised his best attire. His shoes answered the general din of conversation with crisp clicks against the stone of the entryway, muted when he stepped onto the deep purple carpet. One of his gloved hands clutched a walking cane which he tapped against the floor, its length carved with flowing designs and accents that represented parts of his clan's crest. One took the form of a snake...
No telltale bolt from the black announced the Wanderer's arrival this time. He had been transported to this spot early that morning, well to the east of his quarry where the rising sun would cover his arrival. He had holed up under a rocky outcropping, subsisting on a few meager rations and intense meditation. Now, under the cover of moonless night, he scurried through the underbrush as lithe as a cat and as silent as the breeze. Such stealth was second nature to him. It afforded him time...
"It makes little sense," said Jollis to an empty chamber. As the day in the Urisi Nation hurtled towards late afternoon, the sun had just risen over the Oceanus Imperial Palace. It was well past the candlemark when his Master should be seated at his desk tending to the morning reports. Yet the flame in the lamp at the corner of the desk remained low, untouched since Kyllos had retired the evening before. Jollis took a slow, deep breath. His own words disturbed him, not so much for their...
Gedric marched into Vortas' cabin and closed the door with a controlled slam. He paused, let out a single sharp breath, and spun towards the Lord Admiral's desk. He stood ramrod straight, hands at his sides, head held high. "I submit my formal apology for my conduct with the Urisi Ambassador earlier this morning, my Lord," he said in a tense voice. Vortas regarded the young Fleet Captain as he leaned back, the creaking of his chair loud in the silence. "At ease." Gedric folded his...
Gedric lingered at the railing as evening deepened to full night, the sky dotted with stars which ducked in and out from behind high clouds. The deck had finally fallen silent, all the slaves now with those who would have them for a night of fleeting pleasure. The only sailors left were those on watch who had not draw first lots against the limited number of slaves. Gedric turned from the railing and glanced at the men on deck. One glance at their faces told him they were not best pleased to...
Jothan scrambled onto the boulder as a wave broke around it, surging into foam before pausing and retreating into the sea. He shook the bits of wet sand and water from his bare feet for a more secure foothold. He squinted as he peered into the sky, the wind prickling his skin as he waited for the sun to re-emerge from behind a small cloud. Jothan lowered his eyes and looked out across the indigo ocean. He sensed the wards rather than saw them, as the slim crystals which held the enchantment...
Marris sighed as he stood just outside the carriage which had served as the slaves' sleeping quarters after their night with the Urisi sailors. Wind whipped off the ocean and blew his hair before his eyes. "This is most unusual, my Lord." "Nevertheless, you will honor my request," said Mandas. He stood facing the wind so the breeze would push back whatever few strands of hair had escaped his ruthless brush and gel. "Or are you to tell me the renowned hospitality of the great Ambassador...
When Larra had been returned to her quarters, it was with no small amount of satisfaction Bessa observed the slave's usual air of superiority was gone. However, Bessa doubted the bitchy little slave got what she really deserved for what she had pulled with Amanda. Bessa waited until she was past the slave quarters before she uttered a tiny forlorn sigh. She had not realized how much she missed Amanda until the girl was absent a second night. She never thought she would give the slaves any...
Jollis rose just before dawn, when moisture from a rain shower which had passed during the night still lingered in the grasses and dripped from the trees. The air already felt warm, at least compared to what he had become used to back in his homeland. There, the air would still feel frosty, the cherry blossoms' brazen display of color defying the final vestiges of winter. Yet here the peasants had already prepared for the onset of summer while much of Oceanus still enjoyed the cool and wet...
"I apologize for contacting you at such a late hour, Guildmaster," said the shimmering Farview image of Marlon as Uroddus fumbled with his spectacles and the sash on his robe. When Katla appeared just as she managed to close her own robe more securely over her breasts, Marlon added in a more contrite voice, "And for, ah, interrupting anything." "It is all right, Marlon," said Uroddus in a slightly rushed voice. "I am assuming what you have to tell me is of great import." "I...
Amanda was now convinced of what she had only suspected the day before: her bondage arrangement had been dictated by Mandas down to the last detail. The displeasure on Marris' face while he secured her was both confirmation and a small comfort as she swayed and strained at the ends of her chains. Her wrists were shackled, and a chain ran from them to a large metal hook embedded in the ceiling, pulled taut until her heels left the floor. Her ankles were bound tight with another chain,...
The still air lay sodden and warm from the first wave of early summer heat, and moisture clung to the Cohort's face as he crept along the side of the path which wound along the west side of the island. His fingers twitched despite how tightly he had laced them, and he spun his gaze behind him every few steps. Ahead of him was the S-shaped curve between the trees which lined the shore to the left and the gardens to the right. Just beyond was the dwelling of Elder Yurton. His breath became...
Illton was barely a village. This tiny sliver of bare civilization which curved around an ill-placed inlet had seen most of its sea traffic go to the larger port in Lerrusburg just to the south. The sea merchants came to this hamlet only when the ports at Lerrusburg were too busy or its taverns too full. The commercial center of Illton centered around a lone tavern, itself a decayed hulk with walls held up by hastily tacked on timbers, the placement of the nails marked by streaks of rust....
Norlan rushed through the corridors of his palace, his stomach still rumbling for the evening meal he had just been denied. The moment he stepped into the parlor, a stone-faced High Lord Ardon thrust a parchment into his chest. "Is this what you are supposedly looking for, Lord Ambassador?" said Ardon in a strained voice. Norlan took the parchment and examined it. He nodded once and tried to return it, but Ardon had turned away. "An expense report in my name but not written by me,"...
Rolas wore a distressed look as he watched Jollis bandaging his injured ankle. "Wanderer, you must get that treated," he finally said when Jollis faltered as he tried to place his weight upon it. "I have treated the worst of it," said Jollis without looking up. "I had a bit of salve remaining from the last time I was similarly injured. The torn tendon is mended. The rest will have to heal naturally." "But--" Jollis stood, tested his foot once more, and lifted his head. "The only...
Marris wiped his face with his hand and uttered a long sigh, then shook his head as if trying to dislodge the lingering grogginess. He had managed a bit more sleep in anticipation that his role in this sordid deal with Mandas would soon be over. He forced himself to straighten up as he stared into the mirror in the sanitary, running his hand over his freshly-shaven face. He rubbed the corners of his eyes to rid himself of the grainy vestiges of fitful slumber. At least he could manage to...
If nothing else had yet humbled the former Noble Lord, one look at the esteemed meeting place Rennis had procured would have done it. The Province which Tarras had governed before the Inonni came had a fine auditorium. Cavernous but not intimidating, decorated but not ostentatious, and comfortable but not lavish. The acoustics were perfect, allowing one to stand upon the stage and project his voice to the very back row with little effort. Tarras had used that chamber on many occasions to...
"Enter and be welcome." Yonlas hesitated nonetheless. Seeing the Elder Apparent was a painful duty anymore. He suspected Master Kyllos no longer slept properly, as if the man left his tiny office only to eat a meager meal in the cafe or meditate in the gardens. Nevertheless, Yonlas had his duty, and he stepped into the room. The blue flames in the lamp flickered at his approach. Perhaps his own perceptions were biased by his worry, but the lamp seemed to burn brighter each time he visited...
"With all due respect, my Lord, you are making things terribly difficult for me." Norlan forced himself to take a deep breath, and wished he could return to the days when he rarely interacted with the staff. "Nevertheless, you will find some way to muddle through. Perhaps you can take Marris back for a day." "Absolutely not," Halno snapped. After a pause, he tempered his gaze and his voice as if only now realizing to whom he was speaking. "I mean ... I would need to send someone to...
Across the ocean from the former D'ronstaq Manor, the day was already underway in the Urisi Nation. Amanda had been shown Bessa's copy of the map once more before she was sent on her journey to the Oceanus fleet. These events surely would have distracted Jollis from his own preparations as dawn broke across the indigo waters which isolated him from the truth. Jollis was preparing for death. Much time had passed since he had last felt the need. Even the mission to discover the horrible...
Amanda never felt so alone as in those final candlemarks in the carriage as it trundled towards Port Heldon. Her restraints forced her to remain standing. Her wrists were shackled and hung from a taut chain attached to the ceiling in the center of the carriage. Her ankles were shackled as well, and her body swayed with each bump and dip in the road. The chain on her collar was attached to one of the walls, and it rattled as the carriage moved. She wished Norlan had not fired Marris. Then,...
"We may be nearly there, Amanda," said Gedric. "The path is definitely sloping downward, and I can see a beach ahead." Amanda said nothing as she stumbled along behind him, for she was afraid her voice would reveal her distress and slow him down. They could not afford any delays now; she was sure Mandas and Norlan realized Gedric had not taken the expected route. For all she knew, they were alerted early and now lay in wait. The path was little more than a narrow trail following the...
Kyllos stepped out from behind his desk, giving his visitor a respectful bow of his head. "Good blessings to you, Brother of The Order." From just inside the closed door, where the Inonni Portal had deposited him not moments ago, the robed and somber form of Holy Order Elder Iridus closed his eyes and bowed his head in return. As he lifted his gaze, the lines etched into his thin and sallow face sharpened. "And to you, Fledging Brother of The Order." Kyllos smiled and folded his hands...
Amanda awoke with a start, her eyes flying open and seeing nothing but smooth stone a hand's breadth from her face. She did not know where she was until she turned over on the soft furs. She blinked and squinted at the bright, late morning light. She did not remember returning to the slave quarters, let alone her own niche. She had been so tired she had fallen asleep in the carriage despite her injuries. She looked down at her feet and felt her cheek and lips, but found nothing but smooth...
Kyllos took his time as he strolled down the corridors of the Imperial Palace and reflected on how empty the place seemed. While no fewer people serviced the Palace, many were Cohorts who traveled only when necessary. The favorite haunts of the former staff were deserted, as Cohorts tended not to gather until late evening for devotions at the Inonni Temple which had been erected in the center of the gardens. Inonni centers of government were never built so huge. They were designed more for...
Amanda awoke just before dawn while the other slaves were still asleep. Or at least pretended to be, which she discovered when she dared to open her eyes. She had been fortunate to sleep facing the inside of the chamber. If she had to turn over, she was sure she would have been beset once more. She caught Larra just before she was about to lift her head and stare at Amanda. Amanda shut her eyes and forced her breath to remain steady. She heard Larra stir once more, then subside. Amanda...
When he first rose from unconsciousness, Jollis believed he was caught in some sort of strange limbo. He did not dare open his eyes for fear of seeing nothing but a void. Only parts of his body seemed to exist: one arm, his hips and rear, one leg and part of the other. He could not tell if his head were still attached to his body, as he could not feel his shoulders or his back. Sounds came to him, vague and muffled. Something in his mind insisted he was sitting up. He stirred, and suddenly...
The room which served as the parlor for High Lord Bortho seemed confining despite its owner's great wealth and love of large, expansive chambers. Indeed, in this case, its own opulence was its undoing. Rich tapestries and beautiful paintings marched high along the walls, their edges almost touching one another. Before them stood statues and carvings composed of every material from wood to stone to metal. Arranged before them were vases, gourds, goblets, and other small treasures, sitting...