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Chapter 2: Life Choices


Iris was nearly collapsing until my fangs slid into her inner thigh,
and drove her right back into another orgasm. She began to buck
against me, but I placed my hand above her pubes and easily held her
still. Such movements might have caused her serious injury, and I had
no wish for that. As I drank my fill, I listened to her breathing and
how her body reacted. I could tell when she grew drowsy, and withdrew
my lips from the wound in her thigh. For reasons I didn’t understand,
but greatly appreciated, the stroke of my tongue against the cuts I’d
inflicted closed them immediately. When I again lay along side her,
she smiled happily and stroked my flushed cheek. “Thank you, m’Lord.
That was…wondrous!” And with those words, she fell back to sleep.

I leaned over and kissed her forehead, then stood and tugged the
bellpull by the bed. Immediately a pair of bodyservants looking much
like Iris entered, followed by four slaves bearing great urns of hot
water. As the slaves filled my bath, I instructed them to bear the
sleeping girl in my bed to her chambers. This was not unusual. It was,
in fact, so common that the slaves carried the entire bed out with
ease of long experience and nary a disturbing jostle to the sleeping
form.

I moved to the bath, and stepped into the very warm water. The two
servants undressed and began to bathe me. I made it a point to know
the name and history of my entire household. These two, Cali and Cara,
were cousins. Both of their mothers had been members of my Garden, and
likely, when they were older, they would be as well. But for now, they
cleansed my body. Under their ministrations, I remembered.

I was actually born near this castle. But then the land was all wild
coastline and forests. My father was the village smith, a huge man
named Gustaf with blond hair tied back from his face, and an upper
torso heavily scarred with burns from his forges. My given name was
Erlic.  But he’d been a good man, with blue eyes that twinkled with
delight whenever I tried to help, and a booming laugh when my efforts
succeeded. But as I grew older, word of my father’s skills spread, and
traders began visiting regularly. With tales of far off lands. Tales
that stoked a fire in my mind and soul, the dream of travel. I know my
father was disappointed when I said goodbye the first time. My younger
brothers had both found themselves addicted to the fire and noise of
the forge though, so he sent me away with his blessings.

Those first years were spent on caravans, going from small village to
larger burgh. Hardly the far off places I’d dreamed of. But I learned
the skills of the trader, and I learned the skills of battle against
roving bands of bandits and rogue soldiers. And it was the skill of
war that took me farther than I would have dreamed.

On the occasion of my twenty-third year, one of the senior partners
received word of a distant land, rich with exotic goods and rarely
visited. It was decided that a ship would be purchased, a crew found
and the journey attempted. And for the first time, I negotiated
against my employers. I had accumulated a fair hoard of coin, and
offered it in exchange for partial ownership of the ship, and all the
cargos it carried. When the negotiations ended, I was the senior
partner, with 45% ownership of the “Chelae”. And preparing for my
first sea voyage.

The “Chelae” was actually a large ship. She been storm damaged, and
the repairs had been well done, but the previous owners were a
superstitious lot, and didn’t care to risk good cargo in her again, so
we bought it cheap. The crew we ended up with was at best called
“iffy”, but the Master, Paul, was skilled and knew how to handle them.
And we had cash for a large cargo of trade goods. If, and I admitted
to myself this was a big if, we completed the journey, I was going to
be a very happy, very wealthy man. Little did I know.

The journey to the island nation took two months. I spent most of the
first two weeks throwing up.  Then I spent the next week beating
discipline back into the crew. And after that, I worked my tail off by
day, and spent hours in anticipation at night. But we finally arrived,
in a land of light brown skins. The people were small, most a head or
more shorter than I, and they spoke in a singsong ringing language.

I didn’t understand a word. But Paul did, and he led the way. We found
merchants he knew, and he translated for us. I learned something,
though. I could read body language with these people infallibly. I
knew every time they tried to cheat me. Even when they tried with the
Paul’s help. I finally took him aside, and explained I’d hang his cock
around his neck if he continued. I think he believed me, because the
natives grew more moody as the discussion went on. But I knew I was
coming back, so the final agreement was well to their advantage. The
cargo I’d brought had cost me eighteen hundred florins in gold. I sold
it in Nasai for forty-eight. And the merchants were happy! It was time
for me to celebrate as well.

Paul led me through the docks to an inn nearby. The sign had a picture
of some mythical fish, with a spiral horn growing from its forehead.
Paul said it was a Narwhal. We stepped inside, and after my eyes
adjusted I looked around. Where the men of this land had been short and
stocky, the women were petite. And, I admitted to myself, they were
beautiful! True, this was my first sight of them, and these bargirls
were probably selected for their good looks, but I don’t think I have
ever seen an unattractive woman in this land since then.

We ordered a drink called saki. I’d never cared for the taste of rum
or beer, and most wines I had found only semi-palatable. But saki I
learned I enjoyed very much. And I had a shocking tolerance for it.
I think I shocked Paul with my capacity, at least until he fell asleep
at the table.  And after Paul passed out, I found myself with a new
companion. I think she said her name was Meeahleebow. She may have
been calling me an uncouth son of a whore, though. At the time I had
no idea. But she took me to a room with an elevated mattress and
undressed me, then stripped her robe off. I reached out to cup her
breast, but she simply smiled and pushed me down on the bed. Then she
began stroking my entire body. I’d never heard of massage before this,
but Mialibao took great pleasure in introducing it to me. Then she
took even more pleasure in introducing me to Mialibao.

Her breasts were perfect palmfuls. Her lips were soft and sweet, and
tasted slightly of saki and fish. Then she did something I’d never
dreamed of. She knelt above my face. With her legs spread apart, she
began touching herself. I watched where her fingers stroked and gaped
as I saw the lips of her vagina becoming damp. Then she ran her finger
along her labia. Then pressed her finger against my lips. Disgusted, I
almost threw her off me, but, I don’t know, I…licked my lips. She was
looking down at me when I did so, and watched my expression change
from disgust and rage to delight. A smile lit up her face, and she
drew two fingers along her vagina. These she offered to me, not
touching me this time, but holding them before my mouth. I looked at
the slippery fingertips and made a choice. I leaned up and sucked them
into my mouth. I savored the flavor of her juices, and wanted more. I
think this was her wish, as well, because as I gripped her hips and
drew her down she seemed to mumble happily.

Then she began to whine with pleasure as I started to caress her sex
with my tongue. I’d watched her touch herself, so tried to use my
tongue the same way. And found a spot that seemed to drive her mad. It
was at the top of her slit, and seemed to be a hard little button. And
when my tongue touched it, Mialibao groaned and rubbed against me. It
seemed to be growing under my ministrations, and soon, I could
actually suck on it. This seemed to please her immensely and I
realized my chin was becoming coated with her secretions. I released
the nub I’d held within my lips and began to lick the nectar that
flowed from within her, savoring the sweet-tangy flavor of her
excitement. I’d almost licked her clean when she gave a sudden moan,
and clamped her thighs to my head and began to rub her self furiously
against my face. Then I felt the lips of her labia trembling against
my tongue and she cried out loudly before rolling to the side off my
head. I had to twist to catch her before she fell off the platform.

When Mia had recovered her senses, she kissed me, long and hard. It
took me a moment, but I realized she was enjoying the taste of her
essence in my mouth. And I realized it was making me hard. Actually, I
was already hard. Seeing and touching a woman the way I had had made
my cock fully awake. But when she was kissing me, it was throbbing at
attention. I think it was this movement that caught her eye.

She looked at it with sparkling brown eyes and licked her lips. Now, I
was not a virgin. I’d had more than my share of whores and harlots.
But for the most part, they had lain there and let me pleasure myself
inside them, bored or uncaring. But Mia was definitely different. When
I tried to lay her down so I could enter her, she shook her head and
forced me onto my back. Then she straddled my hips and faced me.
Lifting up, she took me in hand, and looked me in the eye. Seeing that
I was paying attention, she rubbed the tip of my cock against her sex.
I’d been looking at her face before, but when she began to rub me
against her, I looked down to where we were touching. There must have
been a candle at the end of the bed, because I could see clearly my
cock in her grasp, and it was shiny with the juices that were running
from her sex. She rubbed the tip along herself again, and then I
watched in awe as she slowly slid down and engulfed my hardness.

A soft mew of pleasure escaped her as she settled against my hips.
Then she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She showed me
how to caress her nipples, exactly how hard to pinch them and tug them
gently. When she was satisfied with my efforts, she began to raise and
lower her hips, sliding up and down on my invading organ. She set the
pace she wanted, and when she wanted more attention to her breasts,
she pressed them against my hands. When I began to moan in
anticipation, she reached down and began rubbing the little nub at the
top of her sex, and began to ride me faster. When I began to breathe
harshly, she sank down and clenched her knees against my waist. Then
the walls that engulfed me began to quiver as she rubbed her button
hard and fast. With a cry, she drove herself down, and her walls
clenched around me. I almost screamed when I came within her. With her
vagina clamping against my cock, each spurt seemed to have to fight
its way out. But at last, we both collapsed. I couldn’t believe what
she’d done to me. No woman I’d ever known had taken such pure pleasure
in sex. I couldn’t believe I’d lasted so long, either. But then she
moved, and I realized I hadn’t. Sometime during the time she’d been
riding my face, I’d come at least once, and coated my belly. Mia
seemed to find that terribly amusing, though.

Then she took my hand and helped me to sit up. When I’d entered the
room, all I’d really seen was Mialibao and the bed. But now I noticed
the huge bronze tub that she led me. The water was very warm, and I
wondered when it had been filled, and then wondered how many people
had been in and out of the room while Mia and I had pleasured each
other. But when she pushed me to the tub, and began to bathe me, I
decided I didn’t care who had seen me, as long as I could visit with
Mialibao often.
