Chapter 9: Sailing the Incestuous Seas

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Remna
Excitement swelled through me. I adjusted my new tulwar that hung off the belt I wore over my robe. It was local garb, a deep shade of blue. It felt unusual to have the weapon on my side. Pyrriah would teach me to use it.

Not even she understood how she instinctively knew how to use the sword.

I climbed the gangplank of the Treasure Box, smiling at the halfling female who awaited me. I had heard about them and they were as short as I had pictured. Despite having the stature of a child, there was nothing childish about her. She had large breasts that swelled out the crimson blouse she wore. That tucked into tight-fitting pants. She went bare-footed. Her skin possessed the bronze hue, a metallic sheen to her. Even her red hair held it.

“I’m Captain Telesi,” she said. “Welcome aboard the Treasure Box.”

I grinned at her. She could blow me without falling to her knees. Her mouth was almost at the right angle. “I’m Kurtis. Traveling with my sisters and our mother.”

She glanced back at my sisters, both dressed in robes that fit snugly to their bodies, then at my dragon-mother who wore a collar attached to the golden chain in my hand. The halfling arched an eyebrow.

“She’s your mother?” she asked, sounding skeptical.

“My mother-slave,” I said. “She can be very naughty if I let her do what she wants.”

“You do not what to see her angry,” laughed Pyrriah.

Telesi glanced at her then at Lasla and me. “If you three didn’t look so much alike, I’d say she wasn’t your sister at all. Red hair like that ... And your mother has blue hair. Who’s ever heard of a human with blue hair?”

“Does it matter?” I asked. If people found out Mother was a dragon... “We want to book passage to at least Naith.”

The halfling arched her eyebrow. “Tormin!”

Her voice rang out across the decking. There were halflings up in the rigging, four of them. They were young looking. With them was a human female who was unfurling sale. Two more halfling females were up on the stern deck along with a human male.

Emerging from stairs leading down into the hole scrambled up a male halfling. He must be the husband to all the halflings on board. Harems of six or seven weren’t uncommon for them. On Angela’s quest, they had sailed on a riverboat crewed by a halfling and his seven wives.

“Mother?” Tormin asked as he came up beside her. Up close, I could see he was younger than her, and taller. She had the same bronze skin but his hair was gold. Then he glanced at us. “Passengers?”

“For Naith.”

“Well,” said Tormin, rubbing his hands together, “shall we negotiate the cost.” He turned and headed for the cabin, motioning me to follow.

“Aren’t you the captain?” I asked Telesi, confused. I followed after, the captain walking at my side.

“He’s the chief trader,” she said. “He makes the purchases, negotiates our prices. I decide where the ship goes, but he makes the money. Takes after his father.” She sighed. I sensed a loss. “Well, Naith is a bold place to go. You have business there?” She glanced back at my women. “Going to sell your, uh, mother. She’s got exotic coloring.”

“She’s not for sale,” I said, a frostiness to my tone.

The others on the ship watched. A third human appeared from below deck. She was a woman, older. She folded her arms, her blouse pulled tight against her breasts. She had dark-brown skin and wavy, black hair that fell down around her face. Mature. Lush. Like Azuliana.

Was she married to the human on the stern deck? He looked to be the same age, a thick mustache quivering on his upper lips as he watched from above. The rising sun gleamed off his shaved pate. I nodded to him.

He nodded back.

Then I entered the door that led to a short hallway beneath the stern deck. Several doors lined it. Tormin when to the end and opened onto a small room. There was a table suspended from the ceiling by four ropes. It moved, swaying back and forth. It took me a moment to realize it was me that was moving. The ship bobbed in the harbor.

There were several chairs. Tormin sat down in one, the table at the right height for him. His mother took a seat beside him.

I found a human-sized chair and dragged it up and sat down across from it.

“Dangerous port to put into,” said Tormin. “Naith is not a ... stable place.”

“So I heard.” The pirate-slave, Thyrna, was from there. A land of rakshasas. They were daughters of Las. I had to fuck them. Breed them. They were supposed to be cruel and domineering, but if Thrak could tame the dangerous pirate, then I could tame a few of them. “I’m not afraid of going there.”

“With such pretty women,” said Tormin. “The favored of the rakshasa like to find pretty women and claim them. They don’t have a problem killing their men.”

I shrugged. “I can take care of myself. Is that really your business?”

“No,” he said. “We have Nemberon wine.” That was a plain up north. It had great vineyards around it. The maenades lived up there. Wild women born out of Las’s cum falling on grapevines. They were said to delight in drunken orgies. “We’re sailing it around the Rathay Desert and making for Naith’s capital, Ankush. We can take you.”

“Good,” I said, smiling. “You won’t regret it.”

“It’ll be six gold dupondius for the trip,” he said.

I frowned. That was more than the inn for the night, but it would take a few days to get there. Maybe a week. It seemed like a fair price. “Okay, six dupondius.”

“Apiece,” Tormin said.

I froze. That was ... twenty-four dupondius. I blinked. “What?”

“We have to feed you. Water you.” Tormin leaned back. “There’s no place to take on water between here and Goldport the way we’re sailing. We’ll have to purchase extra barrels before we leave port. That’s going to delay us. Cost us making the morning tide. We won’t be able to leave until this evening.”

“Still, that’s a fortune,” I said, so aware of the coins we had recovered from the lampades were running out fast. “One gold dupondius is a much more reasonable amount. Water can’t cost that much. Nor the food. And a few hours’ delay isn’t much. I mean, Vedr’s fickle with her winds. You can’t know how long it will take to sail there.”

“One?” he stared at me with shock. “Are you trying to beggar my mother’s ship.” He glanced at her. “She’s a widower. What will she and her sister-wives do if they lose the ship? I have to protect their fortunes, not let some human swindle us.”

“Swindle!” I protested. “One’s a fair amount. I could buy a week’s lodging with room and board in Remna for that amount.”

“And I’m sure that inn room will get you to Naith,” Tormin said.

Telesi smiled at her son with motherly pride. A widower, huh. How long since she had a man. Tormin must be a younger version of her husband. Did he help his mother out, though? Did he step up and take charge of her desires.

I released my lust into the air. I was realizing more and more that I had an effect on women. I turned them on. Telesi shifted. Her gaze shifted to me. Her cheeks darkened to a deeper shade of bronze.

“Five dupondius,” said Tormin. “That’s more than fair.”

“Two,” I said.

He let out a choking sound. “Why don’t I just give you the dagger so you can cut out my mother’s heart and spare her any suffering. She can’t do it for less than four dupondius. And even then ... She won’t be making much profit.”

I smiled. “Three dupondius.”

“Three!” he slumped in his chair. “At least three gold and five silver.”

I gave a slow nod. “Agreed.”

Tormin shook hands, his anguish vanished. He had a smile on his face and I couldn’t help but feel like I had overpaid for the price of the passage. I, truly, had no idea how much things had cost. Coins didn’t make much sense. Why did everyone want them? They were just discs of metal that held no useful function. They weren’t tools, clothing, or food, so why did everyone care about them?

Because they were so pretty?

I counted out the twelve gold coins and the twenty silver. He snatched them up and they vanished into his pouch. He leaned back, humming. He looked happy with himself. Too happy. I glanced over at his mother. At the lust kindled in her eyes.

“How much would it cost me to fuck your mother?” I asked.

Telesi shifted. The captain bit her lower lip as her son’s jaw dropped. “What?” Tormin gasped. “My mother is not a whore.”

“Well, she’s a widow, “I said. “So is she getting much dick?”

His cheeks darkened now. “I’m sure she’s doing just fine.”

“Fine?” I asked, standing up. “You think your mother should be doing just fine? Look at her. She’s a beautiful woman. A mother. A sexy captain with big tits. She should be getting all the dick she wants. Why aren’t you getting it for her?”

Tormin spluttered as I moved around the shifting table.

The captain shuddered as I stood over her. “How long has it been since you had a dick?”

“I have Nelli and Malial,” she said, her nipples poking at the front of her blouse.

“Those are your sister-wives?” I asked. “The ones you shared with your dead husband.”

“Yes.”

“So, no cock in a while.” I took her hands while her son just struggled to gather himself. “You poor thing. You’ve missed it, haven’t you? Your husband’s cock filling your pussy. Your tight twat reveling in a man spilling his seed in you.”

“Of course,” she said. “I’m a woman.”

I knelt down to her level and caressed her cheek. She shuddered as I stroked over her skin. Warm and soft as silk. This made my dick so hard. I wanted to just ravish her while her son watched, but an even naughtier idea filled my mind.

I kissed her.

Tormin let out a strangled groan as he watched me kiss his mother. Her lips melted against mine. She was ripe and aching for it, needing a man after years without her husband. I could feel the bottled up lust in her spilling out.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked.

I broke the kiss with her mother and said, “Showing you how you handle a widowed mother. You’re her son. You should know this!”

“What?”

I kissed his mother again, my hands going for those big, lush breasts. Halfling titties. They were about the size of Pyrriah and Lasla’s tits, but because of Telesi’s shorter size, they felt so big in my grasp. My hands squeezed her through her blouse.

That had to go.

I thrust my tongue into her welcoming mouth and slid my hands down to the knot holding the blouse closed at the bottom. I pulled on the tails. It whisked undone. Then I worked my fingers up the buttons. I popped them through the eyelets one after the other. I opened her blouse and brushed her naked tits.

She whimpered while her son just watched in stunned silence.

It was beautiful.

I broke the kiss and pushed open her blouse all the way. “These tits...” I cupped the halfling’s metallic tits, her nipples a darker shade of bronze. I rubbed my fingers over her nubs. “They’re gorgeous.”

She shuddered and gasped, her eyes widening.

“I know,” I said. “You like that, don’t you?”

She whimpered and nodded, her face contorting. She threw back her head and moaned while I twisted both her nipples. I pinched those fat nubs, my mouth salivating I would do such wicked things to her.

I ducked my head down and sucked a nub into my mouth. I suckled on her. I nursed with such passion on that wicked nub. It felt so naughty in my mouth. I groaned, my tongue dancing around her nipple. I savored the feel of her in my mouth.

“Vedr’s queef,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, Kurtis.”

“Mother?” groaned Tormin.

“Mmm, that’s good. Yes, yes, that’s so good. I missed having a man do this.”

Her words were so sweet in my ears. I sucked hard on her nipple while she squirmed on the chair. I knew her pussy grew wetter and wetter. I salivated to devour her. To lick and lap at her. To make her cum. That would be spectacular.

I slid my hands down her side, stroking her smooth skin. This motherly halfling moaned as I nursed. Her body shifted on her chair. I reached her pants. She had a sash around her waist. I undid that and then the drawstring I found beneath. I slid my hand down into her, sliding over her thick bush. Her hair tickled my skin.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Gods, yes, I need that.”

I cupped her pussy. My fingers rubbed up and down her slit. Her juices soaked me. Her hair caressed my palm. It felt so wicked to play with her while her stunned son watched. I nursed on the motherly halfling’s nipple.

Then I pulled away. I had to devour her. I yanked my hands out of her pants and grabbed her hips.

“Wait,” she moaned. “No, don’t stop.”

I lifted her up and sat her on the swinging table. She groaned as I grabbed her pants. She lifted her rump, her big boobs jiggling. Her son stared at her, seeing those tits for the first time since he was a babe suckling at them.

Why didn’t people value incest?

I dragged her pants past her knees and then yanked them off her feet. She sat naked, a thick bush of metallic red covered her pussy. I breathed in her tangy passion. That wonderful scent filled my nose, a delight to experience.

I licked my lips and then buried my face into her bush. Her silky curls rubbed over my face. I kissed at her pussy lips. I felt it, her slit shorter than my sisters. I could kiss almost all over her pussy. I smooched at her, savoring her tangy flavor.

Then I thrust my tongue into her snatch’s depths.

Telesi bucked and moaned, “Slata’s hairy cunt! Yes, yes, a man’s tongue!”

Tormin stood up. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I swirled my tongue through his mother’s depths. He swallowed. He appeared like he wanted to leave but he couldn’t look away from his mother writhing on the table beneath me.

He swallowed, watching as I licked and lapped at her. I devoured her cunt. I loved every moment of feasting on her tangy twat. Her thighs squeezed about my head. The captain of the Treasure Box let me plunder all her delights.

“Oh, Gods, that’s good,” moaned Telesi. “It’s so good to have a man licking me again. Pater’s big dick, that’s good. Oh, Kurtis, yes, yes, I’m going to cum.”

That was what I wanted to hear.

I thrust my hands up her body. I hardly had to reach at all up her diminutive frame to find her breasts. I cupped her tits. Squeezed them. I loved how they felt beneath my grip. My fingers dug into her flesh. I gripped them. Shook them. They jiggled together. It was so exciting to feel her trembling as I did it.

My tongue plundered her snatch. I licked and lapped at her with hunger. I swirled around in her as she moaned. Her son swallowed again, watching us. His hands clenched and relaxed. I loved his presence as I made his mother squeal.

I latched onto her clit and sucked.

“Kurtis!” she moaned, her body squirming. The table creaked. “Oh, Kurtis, yes!”

My dick ached beneath my robe. I wanted to grab it. Instead, I slid my fingers up her tits to her nipples. I twisted them both. I tweaked her jugs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She shuddered beneath me.

I tugged on her nipples. She squeezed her thighs about my face. Her moans echoed through the room. I nursed on her clit at the same time. I suckled with such passion. The heels of her feet dug into my back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Gods, that’s ... I ... Slata’s hairy cunt!”

Her tangy pussy juices gushed out. I drank down her orgasmic delight. I feasted on them. I loved every moment of drinking her passion. It was outstanding. Fantastic. Just what I craved. Her cream spilled down my chin.

I licked and lapped at her, savoring her silky bush rubbing against my lips and chin. I drank her passion. Her son watched as his mother hit the peak of her climax. She shuddered a few more times, her boobs jiggling, then she lay still.

I rose over them both. The son licked his lips, staring at his mother.

“What are you waiting on, Tormin,” I said. “I showed you what your mother needs. Take care of her. You’re her son. It’s your job to please her in your father’s place.”

He stumbled to her, moaning, “It’s incest.”

“I know,” I shuddered. “Eat that cunt that birthed you. You came from that hole. You deserve to feast on it. To make your mother cum again and again.”

He bent over and nuzzled his face into his mother’s cunt. I grinned, so glad to teach him this delight. I climbed up onto the table. It swung beneath me. I held undid the belt and set my tulwar on the side. Then I opened the blue robe.

“Oh, yes,” Telesi moaned, staring up at me as her son ate her pussy. My cock popped out. “You’re so huge.”

“I am human,” I said.

“Halfling males are as big as a human, but you...” She grabbed my cock and stroked me. She pulled me to her lips. I leaned down over her, bringing my cock to her mouth so she could suck on me.

Anadalia had said I was huge, too. These poor women had to settle for cocks inferior to mine.

The halfling’s lips spread over my dick’s tip. I groaned as she nursed on me, squirming on her back as her son feasted on her. My dick throbbed in her sucking mouth. She put such passion into it, moaning as her son ate her.

He devoured his mother. He licked and lapped at her, his face pressed into her metallic-red curls. She shuddered on the table. Her moans hummed around my cock, adding more pleasure to the suckling. My balls ached.

I would pump so much cum into her mouth. Just flood her with all the jizz I had brimming in my balls. I smiled, so glad to enjoy the captain. I chose the right ship. The Treasure Box would be full of such sweet delights.

“That’s it, Tormin,” I groaned. “Eat your mother’s cunt. Devour her. Make her cum.”

“Gods, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he groaned. “This is incest. My mother.”

“And that just makes it hotter,” I groaned. “I know. I’ve eaten out my mother. I’ve bred my mother. It’s like nothing else to pump your cum into her pussy.”

“Oh, Gods,” the halfling moaned and licked at his mother with increased vigor.

She sucked harder on the tip of my cock. She nursed on it, suckling with such naughty hunger. I closed my eyes for a moment, just enjoying every last second of her sucking on me. She nursed on that dick with passion.

My balls ached with a load of cum that I would fire into her. I came closer and closer with every second while her son devoured her cunt. He feasted on her with an eagerness that I appreciated. I loved the sounds that he made as he licked and lapped at that juicy cunt.

“Las’s amazing dick, that’s good,” I groaned, savoring the mother’s hungry mouth. “Mmm, your mom sucks cock with zeal.”

He froze. “Not something a son likes to hear.”

“You will when she’s sucking your cock,” I told him.

He groaned and resumed licking.

Telesi moaned, her metallic thighs squeezing about her son’s head. The captain humped against her son. He devoured her treasure box. He feasted on all that tangy cream. His mother shuddered. She moaned, her breasts jiggling. She nursed hard on me.

Then she squealed around my dick. I groaned as I felt her cumming. Her son had triggered her orgasm. Her pussy, already buttered up by my tongue, gushed juices for him to devour. She sucked so hard on my cock.

“Las’s mighty dick!” I groaned and erupted.

I fired my cum into the captain’s mouth. The motherly halfling gulped it down. I could feel the pleasure thanks to the intensity that she sucked at my nursing cock. The pleasure slammed into my mind. it blazed across my thoughts.

I groaned, stars bursting before me as she drank down my cum. My balls emptied themselves into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of my cum pumped into her mouth. The pleasure blazed across my thoughts.

I fired the last of my cum into her mouth.

She nursed on my cock as she shuddered through the last of her orgasm. I smiled and enjoyed it. Her son lifted his head, his lips smeared in his mother’s incestuous cream. He had taken his first step into lust.