0 comments/ 5432 views/ 2 favorites Cataclysm Ch. 01 By: WarAlone The wind battered the side of the ship, and sprayed salt water up over the deck as the crew made effort to keep the sails under control. The day was glorious; sun bright in the blue sky, with white clouds making the heavens look picturesque. However, the sea itself was choppy, the wind having picked up once they left the islands behind them and entered the more open ocean. "Pull on those ropes!" Cried a woman's voice, strong with authority. "If you could tug those fuckin' sails as good as you could your dicks, we'd be fine right now!" "Yes ma'am!" They cried in unison, before returning to their boystrous singing of the big-breasted maidens they would love the night before the cataclysm came. The first-mate stood on the side of the ship with an arm wrapped around a thick rope, sea-spray causing her white shirt to press tightly against her body; hugging large breasts and making her nipples perk. Her cleavage, showing through the barely enough lace to keep her clothing together, could attract the eye of any man, much less the sailors who would spend months at a time without a woman, yet desired them in the shadow of this one. Her skin was a darker than the majority of the crew. She was coloured a sweet chocolate-y caramel, with her hair being a darker shade of brown than that. The lightest part of her body were her eyes, coloured like almonds and just as nice to look at. Most knew her as the Seracian; one of the few to venture from their island home in the tropics east of the Empire, but her crew knew her as Nekala - the most dangerous and voluptuous twenty-six year old who sailed under the pirate flag. She was an adventurer and nymphomaniac, as famous as Kinds and as deadly as assassins. "Where's the captain?" She cried, swinging down to the deck towards one of the older men, who was busy trying to knot rope around a wooden hold. "In his cabin!" He replied, shouting over the wind and shaking water out of his hair. "Somethin' important, ma'am?" "My cunt's wet. I can't tell whether it's all this sea-water or I just want to fuck someone!" She replied, never one to use fancy words or act like a timid girly. She was brutal and honest, just like the rest of the men. "And stop starin' at my tits, 'cause you're never gonna get to taste 'em old-timer!" She moved off, trying to keep balance as she moved up along the rocking boat towards a metal door hinged to a wooden frame. A plaque had once read "The Sea Fox's Den" above it, but the salt air had erroded most of the letters years ago. Without knocking or announcing herself, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. "Damn it, Nekala. Close the god damn door!" The Captain grumbled as he dropped his book to his lap. His cock had been in his hands, but was too hard to follow the literature when he released it. "Playing with yourself again, Mirdas? I thought I told you to come find me whenever you needed taking care of," she replied, her tone of voice melting away any hope of a non-lust filled outcome. The stubborn man would still probably make her work for it, though. "You know how it is," he replied, watching her closely as she removed her soaking black boots and tossed them into the corner. "Sleep with the same woman too many times and you start to desire some difference in your sex life." "Oh?" She grinned, pushing her curvaceous hips to one side as she slid her soaking shirt over her head. Her naked breasts bounced back into their resting position as she tossed the shirt down by her boots, her body shivering slightly as cold hands ran down her perfectly formed stomach. Her muscle never seemed to emasculate her figure... Only compliment it. "And who are you sleeping with this fine afternoon?" "A priestess of the lust God," he grinned, crossing his arms behind his head and lying back into his chair. "A woman with huge, mouth-watering breasts like pillows of cloud, who seeks sex and orgasm daily in order to achieve a feeling of being closer to her almighty lord." "I've always wanted to be a lady of the altar. Those sexy robes and lovely jewelry. Do you think they wear panties under that silk and cloth?" She teased, her belt undone by her hands allowing her brown pants to fall to the ground. She was nude now, her mound adorned by a bouncy tuft of brown hair a couple of inches above her clitoris. "I hope not," he smirked, watching her restlessly as his hand already left the position behind him to sneak down to his dick again. He found himself wrapping his fingers around the shaft, the very sight of his first-mate enough to cause him to pleasure himself. "And yet you're harder now that I'm in here with you than you were alone with your priestess," she spoke, moving closer to his desk and bending over it; breasts plumped up by shoulders pressing them together and a sneaky finger sliding down to her labia to tease and test her growing moistness. "Well of course. No priestess could match up to the legendary beauty of the Seracian," he smirked, hand pumping more as he watched her eyes linger on his member. "Of course not. No other cunt could please your dick like mine," she said, smiling with desire as she propped one knee up on the desk and climbed atop it and slowly crawled towards his body. "Oh, I can think of a few," the Captain grinned, removing his hands and dropping both arms down by his side to allow her full access to him when she arrived, and arrive she did. She crawled up along his legs and thighs, his dick brushing against her own inner as she lay along his body and straddled his hips so that she could pull his head into her awaiting breasts and smother him. She groaned deeply with desire as he felt his tongue lick the center of her chest, between her boobs, and his stubble rough against her nipples as his hands reached up to take them in both. She had seated herself directly on his dick. He wasn't in her, though, rather it had been pressed up against his body and the parting in her mound rubbed up along the side of his shaft with slow, pleasurable grinding. "I do believe you're making me a rather horny girl," she giggled, whispering to his ear as her legs fell free down the side of his thighs and her feet dangled above the ground. She loved the contrast of feeling power over the heart and cock of that man, while at the same time feeling so vulnerable against his larger, stronger form. He could break her if he wanted... There was nothing she would be able to do to stop it. He could killed her in a hundred ways, or toss her to his crew for pillaging and a horrible, slow death... Yet with honeyed words and a moist, inviting hole, she had him in the palm of his hands like wet clay to be shaped at her whim. "Would you like me to fuck you?" Mirdas asked, his hands kneading her soft rear and pulling her up and down against his stomach - grinding her against his dick. ".. Yes," she answered, her breath taken away by the sudden question. He always did steal it from her lungs, no matter how many times they had shared his bed. She gasped, suddenly realising how wet she was as her lubricated lips allowed her to glide along him so effortlessly. She wanted him to take her; she wanted to sit on his cock and slowly slide down to his balls as it entered and pushed her apart. She wanted to tell him everything she wanted him to do... To speak all the dirty, sinful phrases in her mind. To talk him through, second by second, every pleasurable feeling and approaching orgasm. Before she could speak, a strong wind took the ship by surprise and knocked them both from the chair, collapsing in a heap on the ground. Her breasts 'broke' her fall, her hands below her head and one leg parted slightly from the other. It didn't take long to realize she hadn't fallen alone, and soon her eyes were rolling back into her head as she released an audible sound of pleasure. "Aah~ ohh Mirdas!" She giggled. He had landed on her from behind, his cock ramming into her pussy during the fall as deep as it could go. She couldn't see him, but the vision she had in her mind of their position just about made her cum right there; his muscular form pounding down into her pussy, crotch slapping against her perfect rear as his arms held his beautifully sculpted upper torso above her back; his hair falling down past his sweating face. Soon her dream became a reality, and taking advantage of the situation he began to thrust into her with a masculine growl of dominance and release. He was silent as they fucked. Only the naughty squelching of his cock churning her juices and the slapping of skin against skin could be heard in the room. Eventually, Nekala's cries began to grow more loud as her pleasure built from her depths. She began to use the muscles of her mound to grip her Captain's cock tighter, as though trying to make him really work for each push and pull - for as much her reward as his. The friction generated, the excitement of their sudden, unwarranted position was too much for Nekala to handle without quickly reaching her climax. With giggles, moans and cries that would make even the Goddess of fertility blush, Nekala had her orgasm and released her delicious, womanly creams even as Mirdas continued to fuck her. And because he kept fucking her, she had another a few seconds later. Her cry of breath and pleasure soon became as rhythmic as his thrusting; a sweet, steady sound of "Aah! Aah! Aah!" escaping her lips. And every thirty or so seconds, another orgasm with it. Every time he felt the Seracian cum, his cock seemed to grow a little harder and larger and his hipss move a little faster. The woman below him... He absolutely loved her. He never realized it until they fucked, and when they weren't he never felt the same, but there... In that moment... There was no doubt. She was a fucking goddess of sex and beauty; surely sent down by the heavens to please him like no other woman could. He grit his teeth... Unable to hold his own wave of climax as he finally pushed down as hard as he could and filled her cunt with seed. A minute later, they were lying on the floor of the cabin, Mirdas on his back, Nekala's head on his chest and one leg over one of his own. They were both panting and so sweaty they made the ocean outside look dry... But they were so incredibly satisfied. Nothing else compared to sex they had together, but even that paled in comparison to what had just happened. Nekala couldn't even say find the strength to tell him "... holy shit." "Can't you reconsider?" Nekala asked, once she finally had the breath to do so. "You know I can't," Mirdas spoke. "When a King secretly sends a demand for audience and over a thousand gold to prove the legitimacy of his request? Who are we to say no?" "I don't trust Kings, especially not those from the Kingdoms of the Coast. Always stabbing each other in the back, always paying others to do their dirty work. Always fighting proxy wars and raping women instead of loving them. This won't go well for us." "Oh, so there's an 'us' now, is there?" Mirdas asked, smirking. Nekala pulled her head from his chest, looking him in the eyes before she shook it. "No. By us, I mean the ship and the crew. I have no desire to be your lover," she told him, "and you know why that would never work. What's wrong with just being fuck buddies? You get all the benefits and none of the emotional baggage." "Of course you're right, but I don't like knowing that any day another man could take you from the end of my cock and I might never see you again." "That's just something you'll have to live with," Nekala said, grinning as her hand found its way to his member again and began to stroke it back to hardness. "I hope you're not too tired for round two. I want you to fuck me like that again, Captain, baby." "Are you kidding? I'm always ready for another go on those fantastic boobs and pounding that fantastic arse." "Well good," Nekala smirked, as she stood and leaned over the desk. "Because this time I'm going to bend over." Mirdas grinned, moving to take the woman again, this time from behind, as the pirate vessel known as The Sea Fox found calm waters as the evening fell. Cataclysm Ch. 02 Ebonstone was a port city on the west coast of Enoriath, the second-largest continent of the world. It was also the capital of The Kingdom of Ebon, from which the city got its' name and home to Ebon's royal family and primary garrison of her forces. Ebonstone had a strong military presence, with a huge military wharf capable of housing a hundred warships and a castle of white stone that could garrison over 10,000 soldiers to defend her walls. Such military assets were needed when you were of the Coast Kingdoms. There were seven of them, all situated along the west coast of Enoriath and locked in a struggle for supremacy for over 40 years. For every month of peace, most Kingdoms of the Coast saw another of war, and political intrigue and underhanded tactics were as common as fighting on the field of battle. The larger, neighbouring kingdoms had so far not broken the fragile status quo of the coast, leaving all seven factions locked in even contest. Except for Ebon, which, for the past two years, had been on something of a losing streak that had culminated in the loss of almost 10% of her lands. Her strongest military force, her navy, had been able to do little against a ground invasion by the Kingdom of Orsa to the south. Ebon's king had plans to rectify the poor situation. He would trade with the north, selling silk and skilfully woven fabrics for enough silver to train and arm the levies he could raise. However, a standing strong standing army and strategically-minded leader wouldn't win the war without help from a more... Dangerous, unpredictable and definitely illegal source. That's where pirates came in. Specifically, the infamous Sea Fox and the same crew who once stole a thousand pounds of solid gold brick from Ebon's finest vessel of war and then set her alight to burn away in blinding defeat for all passing ships to see... Nekala snatched the crossbow from the stinky sailor besides her and put her foot on the edge of the row boat. It was midnight and no torches were lit outside the city walls, only the moon could provide a little light through white pillows of cloud. On invitation by the king of Ebon himself, Mirdas, captain of the Sea Fox, had been told to enter the city and meet a representative... In secret; for of course he could not pardon bandits of the sea, or let even his allies know of his plan to use them. And so Nekala found herself on a small fishing boat, directly under a wall that looked like it was half a mile high from where she was situated, holding a crossbow loaded with a grappling boat that was fastened to a long coil of rope. "Need help using it?" Her Captain, Mirdas, asked with a grin. "No, I'm fine," she hissed, mounting it against her shoulder and aiming up. The crossbow was, in a word, huge. It had to be, to hold enough power to shoot that grapple up over the wall. "Then hurry up. My balls are freezing here," the Captain complained. "Oh no! Perhaps we should abandon this stupid idea and go warm them up before they break off and you become a woman!" Nekala replied, with a hint of annoyance in her voice that was hard to hide. "Don't start with that again," Mirdas snapped. "Just hurry and get it done." The Seracian pulled the trigger, her finger squeezing hard and the grapple shooting up high into the air with an uncomfortably loud whistle. A few seconds later, they heard a series of clangs – metal against stone – to signify the grapple had caught something. Nekala took the rope, which now fell from the top of the wall, and tugged as hard as she could. "It's secure." "Good, I'll go up first and make sure the coast is- oi, Nekala, I didn't say you could go!" The Seracian woman had already started climbing, with leather-bound hands gripping the rope tightly and pulling hard as she began to slowly push herself up the vertical brick road with her feet. Below her, she could hear Mirdas complaining about her not following orders and acting out of turn, but she cared not for his antics. With soft pats, her bare feet continued to push her closer to the top, and below anyone looking up could likely see her pussy squatting high over them in the little moonlight available. Her choice of dress was brow-raising at best, with her wearing nothing but one of Mirdas' white shirts that came down to her mid-thighs. Surprisingly, there was a good reason for her choice of attire... Or at least, a good enough reason in her point of view. She hated wearing uncomfortable tight clothing, and preferred the full freedom of nudity over conforming to society's dress code. Of course, the breeze against her bare legs was personal preference, and at least she knew to wear the shirt at least, which could act as a short dress and at least cover her modesty... Unless they looked up at her from below, of course. None of the men on the boat had known that she wore no underwear, nor did they have any inkling why she wasn't. Nekala could almost hear the Captain roll his eyes at her. After a few minutes passed, the Seracian beauty peered up over the edge of the wall and looked both ways down the top. There was a small tower a few yards down to the right, with torch-light through the window revealing the shadow of some sort of watchman. She would have to pacify him, considering that tower was the quickest way into the city streets. She heaved herself up a final time and slipped through a crenulation, landing with a soft patter on the stone floor beneath her. Without so much as signalling to the others, she quickly began to sneak-step down towards the wooden door that entered the nearby bastion tower. When she reached it, she hugged the wall next to the hinges with her side and listened to the sound of a man singing quietly to himself as he moved towards her location. A second later, the door opened with a groan, but it opened towards Nekala and so she was hidden from view on the other side of the wood. The door was closed again and, not fully noticing the caramel-skinned woman hiding in the shadow, the guard was too late to react. The beautifully athletic foot kicked high, taking the man straight in the chin and knocking him into the crenulation. Nekala lowered her leg at the knee, resting it in front of her breasts as she positioned her arm to help her keep balance. If the man was awake, he might see the tuft of brown public hair on display for him between two muscled inner-thighs, but the blow had knocked him unconscious immediately. The pirate waited to see if he would wake, but he didn't. She lowered the rest of her leg and quickly slid in through the opening of the door as Mirdas reached his first arm over the wall and began to pull himself up over after her. Inside there was a table, a set of four chairs and a wine bottle filled with purple liquid sat next to a plate of cooked chicken breast. She immediately reached for the wine, taking a long gulp before passing it back to her captain as he walked in. "Clear?" He asked, as he too took a swig, treating it like common ale. "Of course not, baby," Nekala said teasingly, placing her leg up on the table and without provocation spreading her pussy lips for him to see. "This sneaking around is making me hot. Let's fuck real quickly." "Seriously, Nekala? We're currently sneaking into one of the most heavily guarded cities this side of Telaress and you want to have sex while we're on the freakin' wall?" "We can be quick!" She assured him, letting out a slight moan as she dipped a finger in her soaking hole and moved it around in ever-widening circles of delight. "I could cum any second. All I need you to do is stick your dick in me and thrust for a couple minutes," she explained with a grin and a voluptuous lick of her lips. "God damn, woman. Fine," Mirdas said with a growl, closing the door on the other two pirates who had finally reached their height before they could wander in too close and see what their first-mate was doing to herself. He unbuckled his belt, taking out an already rock-like dick as his pants fell just below his balls and stuck to his strong thighs. Nekala grinned, licking herself again as she opened her knees and sat back on the table. Her captain moved forwards between her legs and pressed the huge tip of his cock against her moist cunt; rubbing it around her labia and clitoris with sighs. "Oooohhhhhh... No, no no. Don't tease me," the Seracian begged, moving her hips forwards to help with the rubbing. She took her hand down between her legs and took hold of his dick, slowly pulling the tip inside her waiting hole with a steady groan of release. She felt him slide all the way inside, right up to the cervix where so much of his cum had already painted and repainted her fleshy walls. He stayed there at that depth long enough to place his tongue in her mouth and have her suck on it, before drawing back like he was loading a bolt into a heavy arbalest, then rocking forwards with the speed and power of a fired missile. She would have cried aloud had he not placed his hand over her mouth, and her eyes rolled back and around in her sockets each time he pulled out and pushed back in again with a slow, strong rhythm. If it wasn't for her lubricant fluids flooding the table below her arse, she would have probably chaffed it when each of her man's thrusts ground her back along the surface and then pulled her back again to ram her into his dick. "Oh fuuck.. Mirdas," she gasped, giggling slightly as she pushed her hips into the act just as much as he was. Their rhythm was wild now... Like animals and beasts with no care for anything other than reproduction... That wild, desperate struggle even as they made vigorous love to reach orgasm as quickly as they possibly could. And right then and there, as a guard appeared at the top of the stairs and looked at them in slight disbelief, Nekala reached her climax. "Ohhhh.... Fuuuuuuuuuck... MIRDAS! FUUUUCK!" She squealed, hands gripping his back as tightly as they could as her cunt clenched his cock as tightly as possible, and her thighs shuddered with uncontrollable muscle spasms. Then, just as her pleasure began to die down, and despite the fact Mirdas was still fucking her, she drew a dagger from her Captain's belt and tossed it with accuracy to match a circus performer. The knife hit its' mark – the watchman's throat, causing him to gurgle his own blood as he hit the ground and died in movements. "Shit... Nekala I'm gonna cum!" The man growled, thrusting frantically enough to damage her. "Not inside," she warned, barely able to talk through continued gasps. "Let me swallow it.." It was a lofty request, especially when the pleasure her vagina offered him was so great. But eventually he complied, pulling out just in time for Nekala to slide down next to his cock – though too late to avoid the explosion. Mirdas gripped his hips and growled like a bear as fat, creamy splurges of white cum splurted Nekala's face and dripped down to her large, cleavage-showing tits. The woman giggled and laughed as it happened, more come still spurting every few seconds as she wrapped her succulent lips around his head and sucked the remainder out of his shaft; her cheeks dipping into her mouth to show just how much pressure she was applying. With a final slurp, she pulled away from his cock and swallowed. "You got me all messy, baby," the Seracian teased, standing again as she wiped his seed from her cheek and around her mouth and flicked it down to the ground. As for what landed on her breasts, she seemed to begin rubbing it into her skin and tits like lotion, both hands full with this occupation as Mirdas buckled his belt back up and looked around to see the guard she had killed. "Did you really just take that guy out while you were having an orgasm?" He asked, brow pushed up above the other as his first-mate responded with a grin. "No-one interrupts me when there's a dick and one hell of an orgasm involved," she said, lowering the bottom of her shirt down to her thighs and taking in a breath. She moved over to the door, opening it for the other two crewmen who entered with clearly red faces. "We're all done here now, boys," she told them, patting one of them on the arse as he walked past her. "We need to move," Mirdas told them. "We've wasted too much time." "Taking time and wasting it are two different things," Nekala assured him as she began making her way down to street-level using the tower's flight of stairs. ... ".... And two sixes, you lose again, buddy," the drunkard said, holding out a greedy hand to the young man before him. He stood out in the tavern from everyone else on account of his being a half-elf. Not just a half-elf, but a half dark-elf. The boy could only have been 19, with skin the colour of dark-ish blue and messy black hair that fell to his shoulders. "God damnit," Sephyt replied, "Kenna has forsaken me again!" "What, you think Kenna was gonna bring you luck?" The old man asked with a smirk. "Of all the gods who could come down and win you a game of dice, Kenna is one I'd least expect." "No, but she's the patron goddess of my people – of love and war, passion and battle. I wouldn't expect you to understand, human," Sephyt growled, his coat pocket opening in response to a hand slipping in to take out several gold coins. "Just 'cause yer got different skin colour don't mean yer should forget that you're half human too, Kid!" Sephyt had no defence, so he sighed and handed over what he owed. "You're doing it again, Karl, you're speaking funny again." "Can't help the way my voice changes, kid," Karl said with an ugly grin. One of his eyes was little more than a long scar and the other was an ugly mix of yellow and grey. "Why are you sat here playin' dice with me, anyway? Young lad like you should be out makin' the girls all hot and bothered. Not got yourself a wife yet?" "Uhh, no. And considering the fact that I'm, y'know, immortal and all, I thought I might as well not rush into it," Sephyt replied, looking over as several other strangers entered the bar, talking amongst themselves and plotting. One of them was clearly a woman, what with her tits bouncing around like that and her legs on display for all to see. He wondered if she was wearing a bra under that shirt. "Perhaps, but you sure do need to get laid. You're starin' at women again." "What, just 'cause I'm not rushing to get wed to someone who'll probably die of old age 900 years before the Dark Elves even consider me a grown adult means I can't admire the beauty of the female form?" Sephyt retorted, taking his drink and gulping it down. "Kid, your attitude is startin' to piss me off," Karl replied, standing up. "I'm goin' home. Can't blame an old man for trying to share his wealth of wisdom and expertise on relationships with a young, inexperienced boy who could easily fuck it up without my help, can you?" The old man tossed the half-Elf his money back with a roll of his eye. "Go buy yourself a whore or something," were his final words of advice before leaving Sephyt alone at the table. The money was put to use on another several pints. Hours passed, the midnight hour behind them and regulars and visitors alike leaving one by one as early morning was upon them. Each hour, Sephyt seemed to get a little more drunk, despite his Dark Elf blood trying to stop the alcohol from making him senseless. It was around two in the morning when he finally stepped by the counter, the bar empty except for him and another huddled over in the corner he couldn't quite make out. "Keep, I want my room key," he ordered, as the sound of steps getting closer made him turn to find out who it was. "Hey there, gorgeous," Nekala greeted him, a brow raised and a hand on her hip. "Bed big enough for two?"