Page 68 of The Pirate Queen of Ruin
I grab the ties of her robe and pull her to me. Our lips meet with ease, the grin on my face keeping it from deepening. My human’s desires are something that I have been dreaming of for weeks now. To see her wet and begging for me, to see how she will bend for the crew over and over again without release simply to please me.
“We are going to do so much more than watch,” I promise, grabbing her hand and leading us towards the bath.
As we near the sliding doors, the sounds of pleasure grow to a steady cacophony. They bounce off the tiles and drown out any rational thought. There is a sweet song weaving through each moan and it makes me pause to look at Delphini again. Her pupils are softly dilated, the pulse at the base of her neck thumping visibly under her skin.
Still affected by the siren’s song, then.
“If anything goes too far or you want to stop, tell me,” I say. “The crew’s trust in one another is what makes this special. It relies on everyone being honest about their desires and limits. It’s a freedom that was once stolen from them.”
I grab her chin with my free hand and make her look down at me.
“You give me that same freedom, Delphini.” I pull her closer to my lips, let the power of the song sink into my bones and loosen me up. “I have been dreaming of you with my crew, for the chance to watch you with them.”
There is no waiting, no questioning my resolve. Delphini pushes the door open, and I release her, following her like a lust-sick fool into a den of starving lionesses. The noises don’t stop; the crew is too occupied with their own pleasure to stop to observe us entering. Neela sits at the edge of the water, her feet dangling in the pool while she sings loud enough to influence the room. Between her thighs, Nargol feasts on her cunt. Hamako is pressed to Cookie while the troll teases her nipples. Others lounge on chairs, content to watch through the steam while others play for their enjoyment.
My eyes connect with Aoife’s, and she nods while a whimpering Joanie is spread across her lap. A resounding clap of flesh makes Delphini gasp, her fingers gripping mine again, but she moves us faster around the room.
We walk around the edge of the lounge deck towards a dry bench to set our belongings on. Her hand stops at the ties of her robe and she looks at me again.
“Are there any rules for the room?”
“Just honesty,” I explain. “For you though, only I can make you come tonight. When you can no longer think straight, I want you to begyour wifefor release.”
“Fuck,” she breathes. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Then make me proud, wife.”
I watch her steel herself, centre herself enough to feel the pulls of Neela’s song, but stay clear headed enough to remember my instruction. Her chest rises slowly, and when her eyes close, I wonder if she is speaking with Love. I am struck with the realisation that I don’t want to take Love from her, or hoard them away for myself, but I want to share their link as well. I want to know what Delphini whispers to them or what prophetic words bring tears to her eyes.
My fingers take the ties of her robe and loosen the simple knot. I need to be the first to see her naked form. The swell of her breasts, dark nipples begging for attention, the stretch marks on her stomach that blend with Love’s mark, the tight curls at the junction of her plush thighs, all of Delphini is imperfectly divine. I have never thought of anyone as holy, but she is.
Doused in steam and lust, she walks towards the bath with goddess-like grace.
There isn’t much time to swallow the emotions clogging my throat. If there is anything I have learned in our short time together, it is that she doesn’t shy away from the darkness, from the ruined. Myomphalosshines in it, and I will go towards that light until there are no more days and the land has disappeared.
I take off my clothes and walk to the edge.
Delphini floats in the middle of the bath. Like she is the sun, the others are circling around her without getting too close. Her fingers glide across the water as she sinks deeper until it touches her hairline. With her back turned to me, it is easy to get lost in her orbit, too. It isn’t until she has floated around to face me again that I feel my chest constrict.
Her eyes are soft, warmth radiating from the smile on her lips as she relaxes in the water. Everything about her is at ease and open to us all. She looks at me with nothing but joy and lust. There isn’t a moment of hesitation in her gaze as she traces the bare form of my body. The softness in her features turns to hunger as she takes in all of me.
“Captain,” she calls out, her voice low and breathy. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip before she starts to move unconsciously back towards me.
The others turn to see me standing in all my naked glory. The mark of Love covers nearly my whole body. From my ankles to the base of my neck, tentacles are etched into my skin in swirling patterns. They hide the long-lost scars of my past and reveal that I am more monster than they have ever thought. This is the first time anyone has seen me. The mark that circles my neck burns from the attention, but I am not going to shy away from it. Not when I can see the respect and affection in the eyes of my crew mates.
I slide into the water next to Aoife, who is now alone. Joanie has left to take comfort with Saphielle. They both lounge out of the water at the far end of the pool now. The only ones left in the water are six of us.
“Ruin her,” I command. “Softly.”
Neela strikes first. The siren swims up behind Delphini and begins whispering in her ear. Through the steam, I can just make out her nod and the way her lips form words of agreement. Neela sinks her teeth into the spot on her neck that is softest, in a place I know will leave a bruised mark tomorrow for all to see. My legs spread wide, the water lapping at my exposed sex as they all move about.
Delphini quickly turns around to take charge of their coupling. Her mouth moulds to the siren’s, but around us I can feel the zing of their song pulsing in the air, the hum of other sirens in the bath growing as they watch their sisters-in-arms.
Next to me, Aoife slips into the water like a predator. She has always been this way, dominating and in control. Watching the women before us fight for that same feeling has awoken something in her. Delphini moans, the sweet noise echoing off the tiles, when one of Neela’s hands slides from her arm beneath the water. My human has lost the battle for control so easily. She rocks her hips against the hand that works her pussy open, teasing her until she cries out for more. The siren simply smiles at her, licking into her open mouth for all of us to see.
A smirk forms on my lips too as Neela turns her around again to face me. Delphini’s eyes are hooded when she looks at me, but they fall closed again when Neela kneads her heavy breasts, pinching her dark nipples. My chest tightens at the vision they make together. One of Delphini’s hands grabs onto Neela and pulls her mouth onto her neck again. My nipples harden to peaks in the warm air.
It has been a long while since I have truly joined to watch the crew indulge in one another. After centuries of waiting, with no way of chasing away the cold touch that all beings gave me, now watching the one whose touch I crave most indulge where I can’t, makes my blood burn with need. The look of ecstasy on myomphalos’face as she sees me transform makes me want to cover her in my marks, to torture her with all the slick and suckers my tentacles have to offer.
