45. Sage
Sage
Isat on Adrian’s bed, working on the surprise I started for him a few days ago, and it was almost done.
Once we got back to the ship, and everyone realized we were okay, Adrian ordered us to sail back towards home. Tomorrow, we would be back to Stonevale.
He also took that pocket watch that used to be Coltar’s and launched it off the side of the ship.
Bramwell showed me the book he found when we got back too. The necklace I was wearing, officially called Lestia’s Grand Compass, was one of the many artifacts hidden in the sunken city.
The details had been muddied since it had been so long, but when the city fell to the ocean, there were wars fought over whose jurisdiction it would fall under, especially with all the treasure it contained.
Eventually, the siren’s took control and had been hiding it ever since. Where the necklace was in all that time, I wasn’t sure, but it was obviously at risk to have ended up with me.
It wasn’t a complete story, but the pieces were enough for me to understand. I’d had a purpose, and a job, this whole time.
One I’d ended up being really fucking good at apparently.
The door creaked open and I jumped, setting my project down on the side of the bed.
“You’re back early,” I said.
He slithered over, getting himself situated on the bed until he was laid in my lap. “It doesn’t feel like it,” he said. “I didn’t even want to leave this morning.”
“I didn’t want you to leave either.” I ran my fingers through his hair, letting it wrap around my fingers.
“Well, we should get used to it,” I said.
His brows pressed together. “What does that mean?”
“I have to go home,” I said dumbly.
“Uh-huh,” he said, as if that didn’t mean anything.
“And you’ll be… here,” I gestured around. “We won’t be together.”
“Is that what you think?”
I blinked. “Was I supposed to think something else?”
He sat up, letting his tail fall off the edge of the bed and faced me head on. “I thought I had made it clear,” he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, and I leaned into the touch. “We’re never going to be apart again.”
“What about your ship?”
He swallowed. “I’m taking a bit of a… leave of absence.”
“What does that mean?”
He gathered me up, pulling me towards him.
“It means, that I’m going to go home with you and convince your parents they should let their youngest marry a pirate.”
My heart thudded in my chest. “Marry?”
“Well,” he shrugged, the slightest bit of pink touching his cheeks. “Not quite yet, but one day.”
“And who will be here?” I asked. I’d grown quite fond of this crew, and I didn’t want to see anything happen to them.
“Connie will take over for a little while. She’s my second, and I trust her.”
I nodded. “She’ll be good at that.”
We’d been on much better terms since I returned. I didn’t think we would be best friends any time soon, but I could walk across the deck without getting the evil eye from her. So that was… something.
“You really want to come back?”
He nodded. “Wherever you go, flower. I can’t wait to see your garden.”
“We’ll have to bring your plant,” I said, pointing to it in the corner. It was thriving, obviously being cared for well.
I knew he could do it.
“We can bring whatever you want.”
“Then maybe this will be more of Connie’s gift than yours,” I said, lifting what I was working on from under the bed.
It was an almost fully patched hat. It had been so worn in places I thought it would be nice to be fixed.
“I’m not quite done, but getting there.”
He examined it, a deep emotion in his eyes. “It looks brand new.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I said. “It’s better though.”
“Thank you, flower. This was definitely a gift for me.”
He kissed me, deep and long, neither of us interested in coming up for air. His hands danced across my bodice, moving to the back to undo the ties. I was wearing one of the light yellow ones I’d packed originally.
It seemed what he used to consider an offensively challenging garment was actually fun to unravel.
“Like unwrapping a present,” he had told me.
Once it was untied he pulled at the laces, until it was loose enough to slide right out of.
He stripped himself in seconds, barely pulling away to do so, clinging to me as if I was the very air in his lungs.
His fingers moved down to pluck at my nipple, his mouth falling to the other, flicking it with his tongue. It took all I had not to moan so loud everyone on the ship knew what we were doing.
Back in the castle we wouldn’t have to worry about it at all. The walls were so thick I could yell to the rooftops and no one would hear.
And for the first time, it wouldn’t be faked.
His thick fingers plunged into my hole, fucking up into me without abandon. He knew I didn’t like soft. I liked him being rough with me. I was instantly soaked as he found that spot inside me that made me thrum.
“I love how tight you are for me, how perfect,” he said against my skin.
“Fuck me, then, and prove it.”
I was flipped so quickly my head spun. Dropped to my hands and knees.
A hard thwap sounded through the room, and my skin stung. He’d smacked me across the ass.
“I thought we talked about your attitude.”
“Did we?” I asked. “I don’t recall.”
“Well let me remind you.”
He landed another blow on the other side. “Count,” he instructed.
“From the beginning, or now?” I asked.
He did it again. “Take a guess.”
On the next one I said, “Four.”
“Look, you can be good.”
“Five, six.”
He rubbed over me, soothing before landing more blows to my already reddening skin.
“Seven, eight.”
I was panting, all but drooling. The mix of pleasure and pain was almost too much.
“Nine, ten.”
He stopped.
“What do you say?”
“I’m sorry,” I moaned. Though part of me wanted this to continue, my cunt contracted with every blow, begging to be filled.
“Good girl.”
I got the exact reward I wanted. He sunk down, filling me completely. I couldn’t stop the moan that poured from my lips this time. Fuck everyone else. If they could hear us, that was a them problem.
He fucked me through the mattress, keeping a hard, intense rhythm that had me coming around him in minutes.
It wasn’t long before he finished with me, filling me with him and locking us together.
He laid us down, but kept us together, adjusting once his knot deflated so I was facing him and my leg was slung over his tail.
“I think I love you,” I said. I hadn’t meant to, the words just poured from me.
“You think, or you know?” he asked playfully.
“I know,” I said. “I know I love you.”
“I know I love you too,” he said.
We laid like that, basking in each other’s company. I felt like I could do this for the rest of my life.
And with luck on my side, I would get to.
THE END