20. Aegir
Chapter twenty
Aegir
IN WHICH AEGIR ISN’T THE ONLY ONE WITH FANCY EQUIPMENT
" F uck, Ellie," Aegir groaned. "That's the sound I love to hear." Her laughter was a balm to his remaining worries. He knew she was working hard to drive him wild, but his concerns over her state of mind had interfered with his pleasure. Everything she'd done had felt amazing, and he'd nearly come when she'd sucked on his cock. Those sweet lips wrapped around his length as she's fucked his leg had been so fucking delicious, he had barely been able to think, let alone worry.
When she'd relaxed, though, the quick shift had shocked him back into his worries. Was she having another flashback? Was she beginning to panic? Would it undo all the work they'd done if he ripped out of his restraints so he could hold her? If she descended even further, he'd need to do so, but at what cost?
Luckily, she was only shifting positions and priorities, thank the Lady. Though he'd presented a collected exterior, it had required every ounce of his concentration.
The slide of her channel, paired with the sound of her laughter, was heaven and made it impossible to focus on anything else. Her teasing was luscious, and though he would certainly want her riding him hard, he also reveled in the tease. He loved the extended buildup, the approach of release and the sudden loss, the quivering anticipation before the final, explosive release. Even better, Elspeth's teasing heightened her own arousal, treating him to the best view of the glory that was Elspeth reaching her peak.
With her cunt pulsing around his length, she ground down on him, squirming and keening.
"Yes, my siren, use me. All I want is to please you. Let me make you feel good."
Elspeth threw her head back, her long hair hanging down to tickle his legs. Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth hung open. It seemed she'd lost any hope of holding out or teasing him, because she resumed her rise and fall along his cock.
He wished he could touch her, cup her perfect breasts and pinch her nipples, or grasp onto her hips as she rode, but the restraints allowed her to enjoy the moment and that he'd not give up for anything.
Her breath came out in quick pants, brushing across his neck and combining with the stimulation of his cock to push him rushing toward his own climax.
"Fuck Ellie," he said. At some point he'd begun calling her the nickname, slipping into it without thought. "Do you like how full you feel?"
Elspeth keened, sitting up to run her hands through her hair, though she nodded frantically in response.
"Perfection," he whispered. And she was. Stray hairs stuck to her face, clinging to her sweat. A flush colored her face and chest and her mouth hung open letting out a symphony of noises for him. Even her eyebrows twitched and she normally kept them so controlled. She was an utter mess, and he'd made her that way.
As she rode him, Aegir felt her channel shift and change around him. She stilled atop him, and then switched to swirling her pelvis and grinding down on him. Her internal ridges became more pronounced, rippling in a wave along his shaft. At her entrance, she tightened around him, choking his cock. Though he couldn't have thrust into her if he tried, he found he didn't need to. The rippling motion of her canal milked his cock, squeezing rhythmically in a sequence far more pleasurable.
Throwing his own head back, Aegir groaned. Surely there was nothing else at play here, Elspeth simply had the vagina she was born with. It was certainly not made for him... but he couldn't shake the thought from his head. It echoed on repeat, despite his best efforts. He knew that his Lady did not take such a special interest in the lives of mortals, but surely there must be something at play here.
"I think you might be right," Elspeth whispered.
Apparently, he'd said it aloud, the thought even more persistent than he'd realized.
Her agreement ratcheted his desire higher, making him tense and buck his hips in a desperate attempt to seat himself deeper. It was impossible, and yet he had the distinct drive to get as deep as possible, to fuse with her very being, if he could. It was something to explore in the future, to see what modifications he could make, but in that moment, it was only a desperate urge.
His mind raced, unable to settle on any thoughts specifically, instead it was a cacophony of fleeting, pleasure drenched impressions. Normally, he was almost entirely in control during sex. He needed to collect genetic material samples, after all. With Elspeth, though, he had no thought to formulate anything coherent, let alone think scientifically.
Instead, he was only the words Elspeth had used: desperate pounding want. Her pussy massaged his cock while her opening constricted around him, edging him and keeping him from his orgasm. He choked out a moan, spending what mental energy he could to induce his nodules to vibrate faster. Aegir needed to come, but more than that, he wanted Elspeth to do so. Wanted her to squeeze around his length, to feel how he filled her when she needed him, how he'd meet all her needs, but especially this one.
After a few moments, she smacked her hands down onto his chest, leaning forward and looking directly at him. Her face was deeply red, the minute pattern of her pelt more pronounced as they'd darkened with her blush. Her mouth and eyes widened as her cunt squeezed him. She chanted his name, whispering it into the air around them like a prayer.
Aegir froze, his cock caught in the pleasurable vise that was her sheath. He could not look away from her face if he'd wanted to—he was transfixed. Those deep brown eyes invited him to sink into her depths, and he lost himself there. For a brief, indulgent moment, he swam in the depths of her pleasure, entirely lost to the perfection of her cunt and her eyes and her skin and her nails digging into his shoulders. It went on and on, suspended in a perfect moment of time that stretched endlessly as he waited on the precipice of his orgasm.
When her orgasm finished, the clamp at his base released, and his entire body convulsed in response. Her canal resumed its milking and with a powerful shudder, Aegir plunged into the depths of his pleasure. Waves of sensation crashed over him, drowning all thought but the pure, stunning, intoxicating feeling of where they were joined. His orgasm shot out of him, so powerful and violent, he growled, unable to contain his urges as he thrust up into her. This , he thought, was perfection, the pinnacle of experience, one he'd never even approached, though he hoped he would again. It went on and on, and when he came down from its heights, Aegir was bewildered. He knew exactly where he was, his own cargo hold was as familiar to him as anything, but his entire world had been upended.
Then, like rain, reality trickled back to him, filtering in sights and sounds, but still entirely centered on Elspeth. She'd snuggled into his chest, her slowing breaths inviting him to match it as he calmed. Waves of pleasure coursed through him, a slower kind, more enduring than the rush he'd just felt. Tilting his head, he kissed the top of hers, breathing in her scent and marveling at how perfect she looked atop him. Long hair traced a lazy path down her back, cloaking her as if in emulation of her pelt. Her legs were curled underneath her, the tips of her feet peeking out from under the swell of her ass.
"Stunning," he whispered against her hair, scarcely able to believe the moment was real. She'd yet to concede that she'd stay with him, but he dearly hoped it was forthcoming. How could there be any other outcome? Surely she'd felt the perfection of what they'd just experienced? Surely she understood what a miracle they'd shared?
"I wish you could hold me," she whispered. Tilting her head back, she looked up at him wistfully.
"You need only untie me," he responded. "I sincerely hope you can, because I'd not like to be stuck here..."
Aegir was confident in his ability to break his bonds, but he wanted her to untie him. He wanted his touch to be her choice.
"But I don't want to get off your cock," she whined.
"You can't always have both things..." he replied. "But I can keep it hard if you like? That way you can sneak up to untie me, and then it will still be here for you when you get back. Just go quick, like running out to the privy in the depths of winter."
"You can do that?" she scoffed and waved her hand in front of her face. "Of course you can. What am I saying?"
With a growl of frustration, she launched off his lap, reaching for his bonds.
"Pull the bit that is dangling and it should start to untie."
Doing so got her most of the way there and though she fussed a minute longer, she quickly freed him, settling back onto his length with a sigh. Tentatively, Aegir wrapped his arms around her, and warmth suffused him when she sighed happily.
For a few blissful moments. Aegir's mind was entirely free of worry. He cared for nothing but the soft texture of the skin on Elspeth's back, the comforting weight of her in his lap, or the warm heat where she still cradled his cock. As much as he would have liked to stay that way forever, it wouldn't do them any good if they fell asleep in the cargo hold. Doing his best not to jostle her, Aegir stood. 1
"Where are we going?" Elspeth mumbled against his chest. Ah, she had been about to fall asleep.
" Just back to o—bed." He'd almost said our room. But unless and until she agreed to stay with him, to make a true go of it, it was still only his room .
His family wasn't poor growing up, but seven children was still a lot and he'd never had his own room until he'd become captain of The Lady's Revenge . It'd been such a tangible record of his accomplishment, and always a mark of pride. He'd filled it with books he loved and created a refuge of his own making. A place where he could study to become whatever role he needed for their next job.
“What will we do now?” Elspeth asked, whispering against his chest. “Are we going to get Feann?”
“Yes, it seems his flotilla is off the Eastern shore, headed north.”
“Toward Hillskerry.”
“Aye, toward Hillskerry.”
“Why are they so keen on capturing us? Surely there are more obedient peoples? More useful?” she asked.
Lady, he hated the look in her eyes. Aegir wished he had more answers for her. Instead, all he could do was try to fix what had been done, and perhaps prevent the situation from escalating further.
“Naturally obedient, of course, but very few that they could command so completely. I’m sorry.”
She nodded, eyes downcast. “How long do you think it will take?”
“One, maybe two days, depending on if we have the wind pushing with the motor. 2 How is your night vision?”
“Better than an elf’s, I should think,” she said. She smirked, and gods did he love seeing the look on her face.
"We'll attack at night then."
1. During my interview, I clarified. Yes, Jokith was still on the ship. Yes, they are still naked. No, Aegir didn’t give a fuck. In his words “He’s a shifter. He knows damn well what was happening and where and what I would do to him if he was ogling Elspeth. So, I trusted him to make good choices… for once.”
2. When Elspeth first mentioned this, I was quite confused, as The Lady’s Revenge does not move by sail. However, even with a modern motorized boat, the heading of the wind can still affect travel times.